Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Beg.”
“Please,” he huffs around our woman’s sloppy gagging. “Please fuck me with your mouth.”
Craning my neck allows the edge of his balls to lazily dip past my lips onto my wet tongue that wildly whips back and forth, bathing them from side to side, front to back, and side to side again.
“Fuck, yes,” whimpers the man I love as his knees buckle, allowing him to dunk deeper into the sopping wet open space so that my teeth lightly graze his sack. “Sooooo gooood.” His grip on each of us noticeably tightens. “So. Goddamn. Good.”
Praise from him inspires our woman to smash her face forward so that the tip of her nose is touching the base of his dick while it convinces me pound her pussy harder.
Otherworldly screams shoot up Rabbit’s quivering throat, vibrating his dick with enough force I can feel it tightening his balls in anticipation of busting.
His eagerness to let go mimics my own and considering the ceaseless, soaking wet constrictions I’ve been feeling since we started, I think it’s safe to assume she’s ready to let go too.
Drool continuously streams across both of our throats and chests to the same steady speed Rabbit’s juices cascade down my cock, creating a view so fucking hypnotic there’s no way to stop my eyes from becoming hooded.
My mouth from slipping away.
My gravelly, half thought out words from escaping into the breaking dawn air, “Share that shit, you greedy, little slut.” Kid instantly relocates his dreamy gaze to mine. “I wanna fucking taste him too.”
The proclamation immediately becomes our partner’s undoing.
One stumble step backwards is followed by his head lolling, voice bellowing, and blazing bursts being released onto our extended tongues.
Him coming gets us coming.
And hollering.
And howling.
And bathing in the barbarousness that only we can bring out in each other.
Chapter 6
Kipp
Bunny loudly hisses prompting me to frantically fold forward in panic. “You okay?!” My sitting on the arm of couch position threatens to completely change. “Baby driver okay?!”
“Like the movie?” Garcia questions from the kitchen table where he’s sitting across from Nolan. “You’re gonna name your baby, baby?”
“No,” my boyfriend and I grump in unison.
“And we’re not gonna name it after someone in The Fast and Furious franchise either,” Bunny gripes on a small glare in my direction.
“Less no,” I playfully poke back. “Brian, Dominic, and Diesel are all still on the table.”
“I like Dominic,” Garcia needlessly informs.
And now that’s off the table.
He’s not the father.
He doesn’t get a fucking say.
It’s bad enough I already hear the words “godfather” and “uncle” booming in my brain like someone pushed fucking bass boost.
Bunny winces a second time, returning my full attention to where she’s stretched out on our couch. “What’s wrong?! What do you need?! Another pillow?! Another blanket?! A mint?!”
“You were not exaggerating,” Val snickers under her breath at the same time she stops spreading thick goop on Bunny’s bruised stomach. “He really is a hoverboard.”
An unexpected idea about tweaking and racing those like cars leads to me tossing a mirthful glimpse over at Nolan who immediately grunts, “No.”
“But-”
“My ass is too old and too unstable for that shit.” He begins to lift his coffee mug to his lips. “I have enough fuckin’ problems trying to balance your ass and hers in the shower without tippin’ the fuck over.”
“Too old for shower sex, Ace?” Garcia helplessly teases.
“Too uncoordinated for small spaces.”
“Wrong on both accounts,” devilishness grows in my grin, “Sir.”
Hunger undeniably makes itself seen in his stare prior to him wolfishly licking his lips and indulging in a sip of whatever’s left in his cup. “Grab me another?”
I prepare to object over the need to stay at Bunny’s side when she unhappily sighs, “FortheloveofFerrari, pleasseeee go to the kitchen.” Her eyes briefly shut. “Please, give Val some space to do her damn job.”
The job she’s doing off the clock.
Off the record.
With her own weird, portable tools.
Doc’s basically got an emergency toolkit for checking out pregnant women.
I think it’s weird.
And kinda cool.
And definitely fucking handy, especially when going to a real doc or hospital isn’t in our best interest at this very moment.
Not that she’s not a real doc.
She is.
She obviously fucking is.
She’s just not…technically on the doc clock right now.
“She’s fine at the moment, Kipp,” Val sweetly reassures, summoning my stare. “The hisses and winces were just about the cool gel hitting her skin.”
“Cool gel?” the woman carrying our child severely chomps upon opening her eyes. “That shit would’ve had Olaf reaching for a warm towel.”
“Didn’t he sit in front of a fireplace?” questions our medical professional while unwinding the cord to her ultrasound tool.
Bunny poorly hides her smirk. “Point?”
“That for a snowman he makes shitty judgments?” her brother interjects into the conversation.
“See.” Doc kicks a chin in his direction. “He gets it.”
“And I’m gonna get my boyfriend some more coffee,” I announce maneuvering out of the living room to the kitchen area.