Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Never gonna get tired of hearing you beg for my cock,” he murmured, lips teasing the shell of my ear.
His hand slid out of my panties to push them and my shorts down to my knees.
He turned away for a moment, digging in the nightstand, then I felt his material sliding against me as he pulled his own pants down, then reached between us to slide on the protection.
“No, stay,” he demanded, grabbing me when I tried to roll onto my back.
My sex clenched as he slid in behind me again, knees behind mine, but with his cock pressing between my thighs.
“This way, I can make sure you stay quiet,” he told me, his hand sliding to my chin, his thumb teasing over my lips as his cock pressed against me. Then, with one long stroke, he slid deep inside me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he hissed in my ear, making my walls tighten around him, dragging a groan from him.
His hand slid to my throat, resting there lightly as he started to move, his thrusts slow and careful, both of us painfully aware of the creaking bed frame.
Sensations built—not just in my body, but buried in my heart as well. Each movement, each hiss of his breath in my ear, only seemed to make it intensify.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said, his teeth gently nipping my ear. “I couldn’t think about anything but being inside you again.”
A soft whimper escaped me.
“Yeah, love how you sound when my cock’s inside you.”
His free hand slipped under me and between my thighs, working my clit as he kept rocking.
“There you go,” he said as I tightened around him.
My whimpers grew louder as I got closer to the edge.
His hand moved from my throat, pressing over my mouth.
“It’s okay. Cry as loud as you need to.”
Like I could help it.
Even with his palm covering my mouth, the sounds grew until, with a muffled cry, I shattered apart.
He pressed in deep, body tensing, groaning out my name as he came.
His hand slid from my mouth, settling on my chest instead, resting right over my heart. A place where he seemed to start to occupy.
He pulled away for only a moment, pulling his pants back into place, then sliding mine into place as well before coming back to me, pulling me onto his chest.
“I can’t fall asleep here,” he said, but he was already sounding half-asleep.
I knew I should probably insist he go back to the couch too. But it felt too good to be on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling his breath, and having his arms around me.
So I didn’t fight it.
And I let myself drift off.
Only to have us both shock awake sometime later when Charlotte’s voice rang through the apartment.
“Uncle Chris?”
She sounded high-pitched, a little frantic.
I rolled off him as he shot off the bed and made his way to the door.
“Charlotte?” he called softly as he moved out of my door.
“Why are you in Alara’s room?”
“I was just checking on her.” The lie was impressively genuine. “What are you doing up?”
“I don’t feel good.”
“Uh-oh. What kind of not good?”
“My throat hurts.” She sounded a little raspy and nasal.
“Yeah? That sucks. Is it like when your allergies are bad or how it was last year on the day before your field trip?”
“Field trip.”
God, she sounded miserable.
I climbed off the bed and made my way to the door.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Char’s not feeling good. I’m gonna grab the thermometer.”
“Hey, kiddo,” I said. We didn’t need a thermometer to know she had a fever. Her face was flushed, and sweat was clinging to her forehead. “Want me to see if there are any ice pops in the freezer?”
She gave me a sad nod as Christopher came out of the bathroom with her temporal thermometer.
“How bad?” I asked after I heard it beep.
“Time for some medicine. But not a hospital trip. Unless the meds don’t cut it.”
Charlotte let out a little whimper and took a bite of the ice pop I handed to her.
“You feeling achy?” I asked.
“My legs hurt.”
I glanced over at Christopher, wincing.
“Flu?” I said.
“Starting to sound like it,” he agreed. “Want to curl up on the couch and watch a movie until the meds kick in?” he asked.
“Will you sit with me?”
“Yeah, of course,” Christopher said.
“You too?” she asked, looking at me.
“Only if we pick something fun.”
She was up for the challenge.
So after taking her medicine and grabbing her blanket and her stuffed animal from her bed, she climbed onto the center of the couch to click through the options as we moved to flank her.
“Any better?” I whispered as Christopher reached out to press his hand to Charlotte’s clammy forehead after she dozed off from the meds.
“A little cooler, yeah.”
“She sounded stuffier by the moment.”
“Yeah. Looks like there’s a doctor visit ahead of us tomorrow.”