Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
I move my ass back into his lap, he positions his cock at my entrance as I slide onto him, holding onto his knees. His hands come up to hold my tits, rolling my nipples as I move up and down. He wraps his arm around my waist, twisting me to the side so he can kiss me. My leg comes up onto the couch and he moves his other hand down to strum my clit as I ride him. His hips coming up and down to meet my thrusts. “Good God,” I mutter, my head thrown back on his shoulder as I move and turn around to straddle him. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a cock this bad in my life,” I admit to him, holding him in my hand and sliding down on him as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Good to know. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as much as I want to fuck you.” He grips my ass in his hands as I move up and down his cock. “Dream of fucking you. Wake up with my cock so hard, and all I want is to slide into you.” I close my eyes, and I let go of another orgasm. “Fuck, Kylie,” he hisses my name, grabbing my hips and pulling me up and down on him faster and faster. When I’m at the end of my orgasm, he slams me down so hard on him I come again, but this time he comes with me. “Fuck,” is the last thing he says before I feel him twitch inside of me. “Sex with you just might kill me,” he declares, and I hold his face in my hand and I smile.
“Not a bad way to die.” I chuckle as he pulls me down to kiss me.
seventeen
Knox
“I can’t move,” she mumbles as she falls onto her stomach. My hands let go of her hips, as my cock slips out of her. After the couch, I got up and went to the bathroom and she joined me, taking off the nightie she was wearing and leaving her gloriously naked. One thing led to another, and I finger fucked her while she sat on her vanity. Her hand worked my cock at the same time before she swallowed my cum.
I was going to get dressed and leave, but then she started the shower. Quickly, the dream I had that morning replayed in my mind, so I made sure it was a reality, fucking her against the wall. After she dislodged herself from me, I followed her out and found her eating pizza, naked in her kitchen. I’ve never been with anyone who was so free with being naked. She couldn’t care less about her body, and she had every right to flaunt it. She was also the most confident woman I’d ever met. Definitely the best sex of my life, I mean that wasn’t even a question. I’d never gone back-to-back so fast in my life like I did with her. The minute I got out of her, I was counting down until I could get back inside.
Now I’ve just taken her again. This time on her hands and knees and she was tapping out. “I’m going to be walking and wincing tomorrow.” She looks over her shoulder at me for a second before moving up to put her head on her pillow. I slap her ass before getting off the bed and heading back to the bathroom, this time by myself, pulling the condom off me. I clean up and by the time I walk out, she is under the covers and softly snoring. I walk over to the side of the bed, think about grabbing my stuff and leaving, but I don’t. I walk back into the living room, turn off all the lights and then move back to the bedroom and slide into bed with her. I meet her in the middle of the bed, her hair across her pillow. She grumbles in her sleep as I spoon her, my leg in between hers. I think, I’ll just rest my eyes for a second and then wake up and be gone by the time she wakes up.
I hear movement, my eyes flutter open and I look to the side. It takes me a second to realize I’m not in my bed or in my house. I’m lying on my back, the cover at my chest, with my hand on top of it. I’m not in the middle of the bed. I’m not even on the other side of the bed. No, I’m on her side of the bed. I put my head back down as she continues moving around. She walks out of her closet, and I see her hair is done and she is dressed in beige pants that are tight on her hips and loose all the way down. An orange silk button-down, long-sleeve silk shirt is tucked in. There is a gold necklace around her neck and a gold watch on her wrist. “What time is it?” I ask her as she walks to the bedside table closest to me and grabs her phone.