Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I groaned, my eyes opening and my head lifting so I could watch us together.
His eyes were aimed in the same direction, hyper focused on the way that my pussy spread obscenely around his fat cock.
Based on Posy’s looks, it was only fitting that he had a big cock.
I mean, he was absolute perfection. It didn’t make sense for God to make him anything but well endowed.
My poor pussy looked stretched so thin that it was a wonder he didn’t tear me in two.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “One of these days, we need to have better lighting. I’d fuckin’ love to get a better view of your pussy taking my cock so pretty.”
Did I mention he was a dirty talker?
And not just a little bit.
A lot.
He talked and he talked, telling me how I felt, how he felt, and what he was about to do. He’d tell me that I was perfect for him, and somehow, someway, he made me believe him.
Every time he said the words, I felt this sense of accomplishment that I completely got off on.
“Oh, baby.” He pulled back and rammed back inside, his belly flexing in a way that I got a great look at all the shadows that his abs made on his slim torso.
I didn’t know what was better, watching his body, or feeling the way his cock did such crazy things to my insides.
I’d never in my life been able to get off with only penetration.
Yet, Posy was over here, getting me off two and three times before he got off himself.
Already I could feel the pending orgasm rolling over me, starting to take me under.
He must’ve sensed it, because with one flick of my sensitive clit, I was falling over the cliff and happily drowning in sensation.
He grunted and cursed, saying something under his breath that I couldn’t quite decipher.
His ‘oh fuck’ had me laughing my way through my orgasm and his.
When he dropped his sweaty head—where his ball cap went I didn’t know—to my shoulder, I said, “Only one? Slacker.”
He grunted out a laugh before saying, “I already told you I’ve been thinking about you all morning.”
“You did.” I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. “Want to go to lunch?”
He pulled me up to standing and then reached into a box on top of a stack of more boxes and pulled out a box of Kleenex.
“Thanks,” I said as I cleaned myself up.
“Yes,” he answered. “I’d love to go to lunch with you. I can drop you off at home, too, since you ran here.”
“I do have to admit, I didn’t want to really run very much farther,” I confessed. “I was intending to walk it, but a ride would be great.”
He waited until I was once again fully clothed before opening up the tack room door, revealing Yates.
“Thank God. I was dying of starvation and thought I’d have to stand here all day,” Yates drawled.
I flipped him off, uncaring that he’d caught us.
“You just got here, and you know it.” I passed him.
Yates laughed, but didn’t contradict me.
“Yates, can you get Bumbo and Booster out of their gear? I’m getting lunch with Searcy,” Posy called.
“Sure thing, boss man,” Yates said. “I have my baby brother here today. School holiday or something.”
I frowned. “What?”
“School holiday?” I stopped abruptly. “What do you mean it’s a school holiday?”
“They’re off for some teacher in service thing.” He frowned. “Wouldn’t you know that?”
I was already shaking my head. “It’s not a school holiday. The kids were picked up by the bus this morning.”
Yates’s eyes narrowed, then he was walking past me with a purposeful stride, letting me know his baby brother was about to get his ass reamed.
I snickered as Posy caught my hand and pulled me to the front of the house where his bike was.
On the way, he grabbed his ball cap that was on the fence post near where I’d been sitting, and his t-shirt that was a few rungs down.
Shrugging the white t-shirt onto his body, I asked, “Why always white?”
“White’s not as hot,” he answered as he stopped at his bike. “You don’t have your helmet.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “We’re not going far.”
He shook his head and disappeared into the house, coming back out with a sparkly pink one that made me cringe.
“There’s nothing for it,” he laughed as he fitted it onto my head. “I’m not going to be responsible for letting that pretty head of yours crack against the pavement.”
Gah, even the most horrible things sounded good coming out of his mouth with that beautiful voice of his.
“You say the sweetest things,” I teased.
His eyes warmed as he cupped my helmet-covered head and said, “You are the sweetest thing.”
Eighteen
I appreciate the effort you put into this clusterfuck.
—Searcy to Posy
SEARCY
I was a millionaire.
Holy hell.
How many times did I have to keep telling myself that before it seemed real?