Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He swirled his tongue around my belly button, then reached for my shorts.
The shorts and underwear were gone within a breath, and then he was licking the seam of my sex.
I loved him.
I loved his tongue.
I loved the way he ate me.
I loved…
“Boone,” I cried out when his face buried itself in my pussy. “God!”
He usually started out slow and steady, teasing and curious.
But this time, he went in for the kill.
His mouth went to work, and before I knew what was happening, he was pumping those fingers into my channel and working that mouth against my clit.
I cried out in surprise and elation, practically on the verge of coming already.
Then he just stopped.
“No!” I shrieked. “Don’t you dare stop eating my pussy!”
“Someone’s here.”
“Fuck them.” I pulled his head back into me. “Please, Boone. Please.”
He laughed.
“The door is locked,” I pointed out.
He went back to work, thank the lord.
Footsteps on the porch had him hesitating again.
But seeing as they weren’t loud and resounding, I knew who it had to be.
Only one other person would come here this late in the day and think she had the right.
“It’s your mother,” I wheezed.
He curled his fingers, and I exploded.
I cried out in surprise, shocked and shaking as my orgasm ripped through me.
Holy hell, I was about to die.
I’d never in my life felt something so explosive.
Boone must’ve thought the same because before I was even down from the orgasm of a lifetime, he was rolling me onto my knees and sinking inside of me.
“Oh,” I cried as he sank deep. “Yes. Please, Boone. Please.”
He fucked me slow and steady. Not hard. Not soft.
Just the way he knew I liked it.
My vagina pulsed around him and his perfect thrusts went jagged.
“Boone, I’m going to come again.”
Pounding at the door.
“Bartholomew Windsor, open this door!”
“Bartholomew Windsor,” I mocked. “Fuck your woman harder.”
His hands on my hips tightened, and he fucked me harder.
He did not, however, open the door.
He growled when I began to tighten around him. “There you are.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and screamed into the pillow.
My orgasm swept through me again, and I was lost.
So. Damn. Lost.
In his scent.
In his touch.
In his protectiveness.
He growled and jerked, and I felt the hot splash of his come filling me full.
He stilled, pressing deep, and I twisted my head to the side to draw a breath.
And saw his mother’s glaring eyes.
I turned away, not willing to lose the moment.
“Sweet Mary.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my shoulder blade. “What have you done to me?”
“What have I done?” I giggled. “What the hell was that? No buildup? Straight to suffocation by pussy?”
“I was hungry.” He chuckled as he picked me up like I weighed nothing—I fucking loved it when he did manly things—and carried me into his bedroom.
Never once losing our connection, might I add.
He didn’t pull out of me until we were in the shower with the hot water streaming across the both of us.
“Fuck, baby,” he said. “What the hell did you do to me today?”
I turned and let the water soak my hair. “You mean the scaring the shit out of you while we watched Ida Bell? Or when I said that I was going to marry you?” I paused. “Should I get down on one knee since it’s me asking this time?”
“As far as I’m concerned,” he said, “we never got unengaged from the last time.”
He had a point.
On the night that I told him I was pregnant, I’d agreed to marry him.
I’d worn that fifty-dollar Walmart ring ever since.
The only time that I didn’t have it on was when I played a game, and then I tied it in my shorts.
“I lost the ring once when I was playing a game,” I said. “I spent six hours trying to find it with a metal detector.”
He blinked as he caught my hand and stared at the ring.
“We need to get you a new one.”
I was already shaking my head. “Nope. This one is perfect.”
He scowled. “It’s cheap.”
“It’s mine,” I said fiercely.
He sighed. “You’re stubborn.”
“If you say so.”
“I know so.”
The pounding came next from the bathroom window.
Luckily it was frosted, or she’d see more of her son’s bare ass.
“She watched us through the window,” I said as I reached for the soap.
“I know.” He shrugged as he caught the shampoo and started lathering it into his hair.
My shampoo.
God, I loved him.
He always had it in stock.
And when I told him that I changed shampoos once a few years ago, the next time I came to visit he had the new stuff waiting.
What did I do to deserve this man?
The pounding on the window sounded again.
“Call the police,” I said. “Maybe that’ll jump-start her arrest.”
He frowned thoughtfully. “Maybe I should make her hit me.”
My grin lit up. “I know how to rile her up…”