Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
With my other hand, I guide my way back into her from behind. I can’t help watching her ass as I pound it out. The sound of my hips slapping her skin rings out in the air along with our panting, moans and groans.
As if that’s not enough, her ass begins to clap around me. I drop my gaze to watch the magnificent sight. She has my length glistening with her juices.
DJ reaches back for my ass and begins to grind on my length. I pulse inside her, hard as fuck. The car is rocking again, but I can’t think straight to figure out how to stop it.
I slap her ass and take over once again. Cupping a hand under her chin, I tug her head back and take her sexy lips. I growl into her mouth as I slap her ass a few more times.
My eyes roll back as her pussy starts to ripple around me like a heartbeat. No pussy should be this good. I think I love fucking her because she loves taking me so much and isn’t afraid to show me she does.
“Cole, Cole, Cole,” she cries as I shift angles, grab the fabric around her neck, and really give it to her.
I dip my head and lick my way up her spine, over that tat that drives me crazy. She begins to squeeze her pussy around me. I bite her shoulder and keep thrusting.
“So fucking good,” I hiss in her ear. “Always so fucking good. Come for me, baby.”
“Not yet,” she pants.
“Now, DJ,” I growl. “Be a good girl and come now. I’m not done with ya. I’m still going to take ya inside and fuck ya until the morning.”
“Oh my God,” she screams as she comes.
A satisfied smile comes to my lips. I kiss the top of her head and wrap my arms around her. This is going to be a long night.
CHAPTER 26
What You Want
Deja
I have a little extra bounce in my step today. Cole might not like this, but I can’t stay locked in that house all the time. I’d rather him be cheesed at me than lose my mind sitting in that house all alone.
At thirty, I’m used to working and being busy. I’m used to training, taking care of my gran, and working at the pub. I used to have an active life.
As the sun warms my face while I walk down this street, I can feel the life coming back into me. I need sunlight, I need to talk to people. Aye, I get that talking to people allows them to get close, but I need to be social.
I thought things would change once Cole moved me here to Ireland. It’s still not New York, but something about coming home to Ireland gave me hope. However, nothing has changed.
“He’ll get over it,” I sing to myself as I skip a step when my destination comes into view.
Cole has been busy with business. I don’t know how he does it; he seems to always be on the phone. I know he tries not to be when he comes to the house, but I understand, he’s running things on two different continents.
That’s why I’ve found myself a job. I’m so happy with myself. I found a cute pub to work at. Today is my first day, but I haven’t told Cole about it.
He has enough on his plate without having to worry about me. I think my party caused him more problems than he’s admitting. He’s always tense and grumpy these days.
Besides, I can handle myself. I think I’m going to like this place. Larry, the older gentleman who owns the pub, was warm and sweet when I went in for the interview.
He said his nephew normally helps him run the place, but he went away on holiday and decided not to return. I’ll be happy to help him. He reminds me a bit of Uncle Ken.
“Ah, there ya are. Hello, love. I’ve been waiting for ya to arrive, me wee angel,” Larry croons with an excited smile on his face.
I smile back but can’t help pulling a little face. I’m thrown. He was really nice during the interview, but this is beyond that.
You would think I just walked in with a barrel of the black stuff just for him. He’s smiling from ear to ear. When he pulls me into a hug, I’m really confused.
“I’m excited for my first day too, but am I missing something?”
“Oh, sorry, sorry, lass. I’m just so excited. I’ve wanted to retire and move closer to me brother for years.
“I didn’t think that would ever happen. Now, thanks to ya, I’ll be on me way in a few days.
“Thanks to me? Huh? So yer closing the pub?”
My shoulders slump. I’m so confused.
“No. I’m not closing the place.” He digs into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys. “I was told to give ya the keys when ya arrived,” he says happily.