Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Naturally, my tendy can block just about any shot except for sex with me.
That’s one play that always gets through, which is why we’re awkwardly crunched up in the front of his truck, with his seat reclined all the way back and my knees continuously thumping against the door each time he wildly thrusts upward.
“Such a good girl tellin’ me you needed me like you did,” Thayne praises, both palms cupping my ass underneath my cream-colored flowy dress. “I love when you tell me what you want, Slayer.”
My tight, slick muscles clamp down around his shaft in approval of the appreciation.
“I love that it’s me you fuckin’ want.”
Digging my nails into his pecks through his form fitted shirt receives a hiss from him yet ignites a deeper groan from me.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy on my cock, Slayer.” Jukes tightens his grip on my ass cheeks. Uses them like handles to rock into me even faster. “So fuckin’ sexy moanin’ for me.” This time when my fingers flex, they accidentally stroke his nipple, prompting him to purr, “Fuck, baby. Do that again.” Feeling his entire body tremble underneath me gives me the confidence to follow the instruction. “Give ‘em a little tug.”
The gentle pull receives a less than gentle squeeze of gratitude.
“You’re such a good girl doin’ that for me,” my boyfriend continues to coo, voice raspy and thick. “Makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good…” Steaming hot wetness ceaselessly whirls around his dick as I throw my body into every additional pump. “Lettin’ me make you feel good.” All of a sudden, Thayne slips his thumb on top of my clit. “Tell me it feels good, Slayer.”
“So…” my breathing becomes heavier and choppy. “So…” Allowing my hips to chase the friction of his rolling digit muddle my words. “Fuckinggood.”
“Whose job is it to make you feel good?”
The question timed to his change in tactics of grinding rather than thrusting have me slapping one hand on the window for much needed leverage at the same time I airily croak, “You…”
“Number,” commands Jukes while increasing the pressure pushing me to return the pleasure. “Say my number, Slayer.”
“Thirty-five.”
“Always such a good girl givin’ me what I want,” he practically sings, pussy presenting him with poorly timed sopping wet applause. “Lettin’ me give you what you want…” Increasing the speed of his rubbing has me accelerating the rate of my tugging. “Let me give it to you, Slayer.”
Uncontrollable trembles threaten to topple me forward.
“Let me give you that dub.”
Lead to my chest heaving and nipples hardening and toes furling.
“Let me give you what only your favorite player can…”
“Yes…” I pant, pounding the glass and yanking his tiny nub in tandem. “Yes…”
“FuckGilly,” he murmurs in between my steadily climbing screeching.
“Yes!” Throwing my head back nearly has it hitting the ceiling, but I don’t care.
Not about that.
Or the bruises undoubtedly developing on my knees.
Or the sweat likely soaking through our clothes.
Or the very real possibility of getting caught by the very people we’re here to spend this pre-thanksgiving with.
The only thing that matters, the only thing I can even fathom mattering, is the backbreaking bliss, mercilessly tearing through me as I come completely undone for the first time in far too long because having a partner that travels this much for work sucks.
“Such a good girl comin’ for me, Slayer,” Jukes groans seconds prior to his shaft swelling and balls drifting upward for the inevitable. “Lettin’ me come.” Sweltering surges shoot into my most sensitive depths sparking new rounds of screaming. “Takin’ my cum.”
Splash after splash summons my hips to keep rocking and riding and rolling, needing every drop out of him to appease my greedy, incessant pussy that’s desperate to be filled and stay filled and get filled again.
All of a sudden, a tiny tap to the window, next to my hand appears, immediately redirecting my attention to one of my best friend’s. Aly cheekily offers her lit cigarette despite the glass between us. “Need a puff after that?” Shock sending my jaw to my lap precedes her snickering. “I mean I do.”
Giggles – of both embarrassment and disbelief – tumble me forward to bury my reddening face in Juke’s shaking chest.
“Hey!” she announces from outside the truck. “I’m Aly!”
He removes the hand that’s on my ass to wave. “Thayne.”
“Nonononono,” gets quietly grumbled in unhappiness. “This was so not how you were supposed to meet for the first time!”
“Eh, could’ve been worse,” Jukes lovingly insists, using that same hand to gingerly stroke my back. “At least my dick’s not out.”
“That’s because it’s in me!”
“Which means she can’t see.” More chortles lead to me popping my head up in irritation. “Take the win, Slayer.” Lovingly cupping my face instantly soothes the sting of shame overwhelming my system. “Take this win, the last win, and let’s go inside and get one more in the name of ABBA.”