Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Ok, we’re going to have some rules. You cannot wear those anywhere without me, no exceptions.” That cracked her up, and she made a mad dash for the bedroom when I made a grab for her, which only got her into more trouble because the look of her ass running in those jeans had my cock going from throbbing to dripping.
I caught up to her beside the bed, which was just where I wanted her. I pulled the silk tee off over her head, and she was laughing too hard to fight me off. “As good as you look in these, you look even better out of them.” I covered her mouth with mine while fighting with her zipper to stop her from complaining to me about anything.
“Step out!” I bit her lower lip gently to keep contact between our mouths and waited for her to step out of her jeans that were now pooled around her ankles, then dove back into the kiss as soon as her feet were free. Her panties didn’t make it again, but lucky her, I’d bought some to replace the ones I’d already torn with some extra for what I knew would be future mishaps.
I placed her on her knees on the end of the bed and barely gave her a cursory pass of my fingers through her pussy which was wet enough to tell me she was onboard before mounting her. Her laughter died a quick death when I went in balls deep, taking her breath away.
“Ahhh!” She flexed her ass to ease the tight fit of my cock against her walls, and I smacked her ass. “Put your ass in the air.” She canted her ass just right, giving me better access to her deep well that was sucking at my cock like a suction pipe. I’m amazed at a pussy that could tighten up in just a few short hours after use.
She was leaking by my third stroke in, which made things a little easier on my boy, who was always in a struggle for his life every time we got anywhere near her snatch, but this time was a little bit different. You see, the thing is, I always knew Steph was made for me; there were just too many things that pointed me in that direction.
The way her pussy stays tight no matter how often we fuck, the way it fits around my cock like a well-made glove. The way her ass looks when I’m hitting it from behind, and just the way my heart beats differently when she’s around. I knew all these things and that they led to only one conclusion but seeing her ass in those jeans has added a whole new level to this game.
If I wasn’t sure that my cock was harder than it’s ever been, the noises that she made assured me of it. I know pussy hurt noises when I hear them, and I did try to ease up on the depth of my strokes, but I had that vision in my head, spurring me on to greater things.
That’s how she ended up spit-style on my cock while I fucked her like a ragdoll on speed. She gripped the sheets so tight at one point that I thought her fingers might break but did I stop? Nope, in all fairness, I couldn’t. Call me fucked up, mental, call me whatever, but the combination of her ass, the way they’d looked in those jeans, and her pussy hurt moans were all the aphrodisiac I’ll ever need.
I’m not into S and M and all that other bullshit, but yeah, I liked knowing that I was too deep inside her, but more, I love knowing that even though she’s hurting just a little bit, she loves it, and her pussy juice tells me so. She never stopped juicing, even when she was moaning about pain.
In fact, she juiced even more when I spanked her and fucked into her harder, which is another reason why I didn’t stop because I listen to her body more than her lips because she likes to play shy. Now I know what all our date nights are going to look like. I might even change the no jeans rule at the club just so she can wear hers there. Then again, maybe I shouldn’t let her out of the house in those things. Shit, I think I might’ve put myself in a dilemma.
STEPHANIE
Ha, I’ve got your number now, buddy. For the past week, I’ve been experimenting on Mace, and I’ve come to the conclusion that he’s addicted to the sight of my ass in jeans. I caught on that first evening when he almost killed me on the bed, then again in the shower and when I playfully asked what had gotten into him, he let it slip that seeing me in the jeans had unleashed something wild in him.