Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
It took everything I had not to blow my load right then and there, but instead of doing that, I slowed it down, loving the way she was reacting to me tonight.
I pumped my cock into her slick channel, keeping my eyes on her face, watching her face change expressions.
She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t uneasy. She was loving this, which had me slowing down to take my time and enjoy her.
I loved that she was opening up to me, trusting me to give her what she needed. What we both needed. I loved it even more that she was losing that hesitancy when it came to us being intimate.
She was growing into her new self, and she was becoming more confident with each day that passed.
I loved that she was trusting me with that, and I loved her.
As I pushed my cock into her once more, I held steady when I felt and heard the knock on the door. “Uh, June? I have someone coming over in about twenty minutes…I put your clothes in a basket outside the door. Could you not come out here naked? ‘Cause that would be super.”
June blinked, losing some of her sexual haze, and blushed.
I grinned, then pulled out of her, only to push back inside.
“O-okay,” June said, sounding drunk. “I’m…I’ll do it.”
I grinned. “What she means to say is that she won’t come out there naked.”
June nodded in agreement, but she didn’t reply.
Amanda laughed.
I pulled back out, then sank back inside.
The feel of her pussy was so hot, so fucking tight it had my balls drawing up with my impending release.
I staved it off, but only just barely, by stilling inside of her.
She squeezed, and I clenched my eyes tightly shut.
“Don’t move,” I pleaded.
She moved.
She bounced her body, taking me into her body roughly, and I lost the desire to go slow.
I slammed back inside of her, taking her so roughly that a squeak left her.
But with no more gentle and sweet left in me at this point, I couldn’t stop myself.
I could only take her and take her I did.
Rough, hard and fast, and when I felt her pussy start to spasm for a third time around me, I lost the battle altogether.
I came hard, groaning out my release.
June’s hand went to my hair and pulled, so hard that my head tilted back, and the cords of my neck strained.
Pulses of come left the tip of my cock and flooded her. One spurt. Two. Three. Four.
By the time the last of my orgasm left me, I was finding it hard to stand.
Turning around, I slid down the door and held onto her tight.
My ass met the cool wood, and I dropped my legs but kept myself planted deep inside of her.
June was sweaty—either from my sweat or hers, I didn’t know. Her head was resting on my shoulder, partially touching the door.
Her hair was sticking to my chest and face, and both of our legs were quivering.
Every once in a while, her pussy would clench around me, aftershocks from her orgasm.
Our breathing was still erratic but slowing down the longer that we sat there.
“I think,” I said, running the palm of my hand down her back. “That next time we should find a bed.”
She giggled, causing her to clench around me again, and I groaned.
“No more of that,” I smacked her ass.
She jumped, then lifted her head to glare at me. “Don’t complain when you know that you like it.”
That wasn’t a fucking lie.
“I…”
“Hey!” Amanda said, and then something touched my ass as I saw the door cracked open. “Your phone’s been ringing like crazy. Answer it.”
I moved over and then reached my fingers around behind me to pull the phone the rest of the way inside. “Thanks.”
June snorted, then narrowed her eyes when she saw the display.
“Who would have called you thirty-eight times?” she asked.
I unlocked it and went to the missed calls, my brows rising when I saw the number of voicemails from an unknown number.
Clicking on the first one, it played aloud for both of us to hear.
“Johnny, this is Rosie,” my ex said, sounding upset. “I’m at the hospital, and I need…”
I skipped to the next one, this one timed five minutes later. “Johnny, I’m not fucking kidding.”
I rolled my eyes and went to the last one that was from a different number. “Mr. Mackenzie, this is Alfred Bentall from Good Shepherd. I have a patient, Rosie…”
I sighed and deleted that message, too.
“What the hell?” she asked. “Why is she calling you?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I grumbled, the mood officially ruined.
She stood up, and wetness dripped down my balls, causing me to grin.
She scrunched her nose up cutely, then walked to her bathroom.
I stood up and glanced down at myself, loving the way her juices and mine mingled on my cock.