Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Before her I never slept naked.
It’s not a wise tactical decision.
It adds a multitude of unnecessary steps to a potentially dangerous situation.
Having to find and/or put on some sort of bottoms is just one more step that could make the difference between getting the upper hand or being overpowered.
It’s the opposite of always being prepared.
However, sleeping in nothing but my birthday suit is the best way to be prepared for a midnight sixty-nine scenario.
Which unlike a breaking and entering situation has happened.
Twice.
Worse comes to worst, fuck it.
I can apprehend an intruder with my dick swinging.
I’ve lived through much more traumatizing shit than that.
Familiar whimpers are accompanied by light scratches on the back of my head, prompting me to pull back and wickedly whisper, “Talked myself out of a blowjob, right?”
Arley proudly nods. “That’s right, Cowboy.”
“Any chance I can talk myself into somethin’ else?” The tips of my fingers slip underneath the edge of her t-shirt revealing to me another reason to groan. “No panties?”
She flashes me an even brighter beam on a slow headshake.
“Just…” my eyes help themselves to a handful of her tits in tandem with my palms doing the same to her ass, “my goddamn t-shirt, baby?” Her suggestive snickering instantaneously receives a swift smack to her backside, which makes her needily whine yet again. “I swear, it’s like you’re beggin’ me to fuck you somethin’ rotten, Angel Cake.”
“You promised you wouldn’t be gentle with me,” my woman boldly states, one hand assisting in inching the sheet out of our way. “Don’t break a promise, Cowboy.”
Inhumane rumbles rattle my entire frame as I slide one finger down her crack to greet the stickiness that’s rushing to meet me. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she purrs without missing a beat.
“You have me.” The declaration is attached to a shallow teasing of her sopping wet entrance. “You’ve always had me.”
Her head falls to my shoulder on a hitched breath due to the deeper pushes.
“You’ll always have me.”
Tiny pawing at my shoulder encourages me to aggressively urge the other side of her to come out. The side that wants me to cover her entire body in bites and bruises and bursts of cum. The side that traces each of my tattoos with her tongue while she rides her own fingers. The side that no other man will ever experience in this lifetime or any that follow because it’s meant for me and only me.
Because she’s meant for me and only me.
“Tell me what you really want, Arley.” I plead, voice airy and raspy, finger steady and unwavering. “Tell me what that is so I can give it to you.”
“Fuck me, Slater,” unexpectedly hits my ears, successfully faltering my movements. “Fuck me until it hurts.” Her teeth savagely steal a bite of the skin closest to them prior to another request being made. “And then fuck me some more.”
Lord have mercy…
This woman really is going to be the fucking death of me.
There’s no holding back anything that happens next.
No second guesses on the force I use to thrust inside.
No silent deliberations over the way I monstrously lift her up to the tip of my cock before slamming her down, leaving her no choice but to take every single inch on each pitilessly pound. Cries of my name are repeatedly launched at the ceiling to the same speed she seems to be scratching it into my back. White-hot wet streams persistently seep from her pulsating pussy, searing the skin on my thighs.
Soaking my nuts.
The sheets.
The mattress.
“Fuckkkk…” I groan as I grip her ass tighter. “You feel so good.” Another brutal buck is delivered. And another. “Too fucking good, baby.”
Arley’s slick muscles suddenly clamp down harder.
Practically clap their approval of the praise.
Beg for more while she’s panting for mercy.
“Too fucking perfect.” Bawdy sounds of labored breaths and my balls slapping her pussy reverberate off the walls and windows. “So fucking perfect for me.”
Louder shrieks of my name pour from her chest as she furiously begins bouncing into the ferocious movements, meeting me thrust for thrust, hit for hit. The sadistic sensation of her knees knocking into me spurs me to intensify my strokes. Speed them up even more so there isn’t a single second she’s not struggling to suck in air.
“This pussy is mine.” Bestial grunts are expelled on heavier heaves. “You are mine.” Arley whimpers in warning of the orgasm that’s about to make an entrance, pushing me to put one hand on the nape of her neck to redirect her hooded stare to mine. “Watch my words, Angel Cake.” The command causes her mouth to crack open. Muscles to tense. “You.” I yank her once into the feral pounding. “Are.” I drive my dick to the hilt and press our foreheads together. “Mine.”
The softest, faintest, heavenly sigh clears the path for the orgasmic screaming that occurs next yet it’s the sigh, the single, burst of air that convinces my balls to swell in anticipation.