Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
The sight before me is hot as fuck. Sometime in the middle of the night, Ronnie must have gotten hot. The comforter and sheets are kicked to the bottom of the bed, and she’s lying on her side. My mouth waters at the sight, Ronnie’s dark hair is tousled from sleep, spread haphazardly across her forehead and on her pillow, a tendril is trailing down the slope of her neck. Her arms are in front of her chest do nothing to hide the cleavage that’s currently pushed up, giving me more of a view than I received last night. The only difference is I don’t get to see her pebbled nipples. Still, I keep my gaze lingering on her body, trailing down to her stomach, to the slight swell that makes me like it even more. I’ve more than noticed the clothing she uses to accentuate her features instead of hiding beneath them in the form of baggy clothes. She possesses a quiet confidence, one that radiates around her, making me want her even fucking more.
The curves of Ronnie’s body have my hands balling into fists in an attempt to hold back the need to take care of my pulsing dick. Three strokes would be all I’d need, and my stomach, hand and thighs would be coated with my cum. Then I’d have a hell of a lot of explaining to do to Ronnie.
I lick my lips, more than ready to have her every damn way I can—gripping her flared hips as I take her from behind, above her with her legs wrapped around my waist, or, a personal favorite, while she’s straddling my lap. I could have my way with her easily. Ronnie bouncing up and down on my cock, swiveling her hips, and then grinding against my pelvis to work her clit. My mouth would be on her nipples, licking, sucking, and biting one after the other. And if she’s really into it, I’d slip my hand between the cheeks of her ass, press my luck, and hopefully feel her tighten around my finger. She’d be completely full of me.
My gaze sweeps upward when I hear a soft and subtle moan tumble from her lips. I’m almost worried she’ll wake up before I get my fill of her like this. Once I see Ronnie’s eyes are still closed and her lips parted, I continue the path down her sleeping form. I’m back at the juncture of her thighs, watching as her legs press together. Ronnie continues to make a purr-like noise, and there’s no way I can stop from looking at her. The shorts she’s wearing are tight, black, and short, molded so perfectly, they’re like a second skin.
I bite my tongue when I notice what the fabric is doing to her.
Motherfucking fuck. Christ on a cracker.
The lips of her pussy are spread by the seam of her shorts cutting down the middle, outlining the softness between her legs. A place where I want my face buried as I lick her until she’s flying apart.
And there’s more. Son of a bitch. She’s going to be my downfall. I’m not going to be able to hold back a grunt of my own. My cock is dripping with precum, gathering at the tip and soaking my shorts, exactly like hers. The black cotton is visibly darker than the rest of the shorts. She’s so damn wet, and I’m beginning to realize exactly why she’s been moaning.
Ronnie is having a dream, a fucking naughty one at that, and I fucking hope that whatever has her so riled up involves me.
My hand slides beneath the sheets gathered at my waist, pressing down on my dick, and damn if I’m not tempted to take care of myself while watching her sleep. I’m barely able to recover from thinking about all the things I want to do with her and to her when I have to lock my shit down.
“’Mornin’, Foxy.” I’ve been waiting for her eyes to open for what seems like hours when it’s barely been an hour. Last night, when she fell asleep hard and fast, it took me a bit to settle in. In all actuality, I probably should have hung up the phone, but something was holding me back.
I move my hand out from under the covers, strategically placing a pillow on my lap in case she can see the evidence of my hard cock. Last night might have had me ready to go. This morning, though, it’s on a completely different level. Need and want seem to coexist at this point.
“Jude? What? How?” Ronnie is slowly blinking the sleep away. I noticed last night that she kept a light on, whether that was because we were on the phone and she wanted to be able to see me or if that’s something she usually does, I don’t know.