Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Yep, I was throbbing again. Didn’t take much to get me up these days. Think about fucking Montana, and I was there. Closing my eyes, I began to stroke slowly. Replaying every minute of that evening. From her straddling me, her tits bouncing, to her spreading her legs, staring up at me with those eyes, begging me to fill her.
“Fuck,” I murmured as my grip tightened and I picked up the pace.
Her full lips open and moaning while I thrust into her over and over. So damn beautiful. Then she’d shouted out, and that dirty word had spilled from her sweet mouth.
“You want it,” I whispered as I panted and jerked harder. “You want my cum?” I imagined her on her knees in front of me. Looking up expectantly as I pumped my cock. “Hold those tits for me and open that pretty mouth.”
She did both.
“GAH!” I groaned as I sprayed the wall with my release.
Gasping for a breath, I looked at the load I’d shot, then rinsed it off before turning off the water and stepping out.
That fantasy was just going to get me hard again the moment I walked into the cabin and saw her. Especially when I caught her looking at me and her nipples got hard. That was the hardest thing to ignore.
“I’m gonna guess you weren’t thinking about the strippers we had brought home from the club,” Gathe said.
I spun around while wrapping the towel around me to see him leaning against the doorframe, grinning.
“Did you just listen to me jerk off?” I asked him. “That’s fucking messed up.”
He rolled his eyes. “I walked up at the end. I have no desire to hear you beat your dick to Montana and her titties. Although I’ve beaten mine—”
“If you don’t want my fist in your goddamn face, you will shut the fuck up now,” I warned him.
He cocked an eyebrow. “I was going to say, I have beaten mine to the thoughts of those two strippers you were with. You know, the blonde who ate pussy. That was hot.” His eyes dropped to my dick, then back up, and he shook his head. “Damn. That didn’t even cause a small tent in your towel. I’m at half mast, thinking about it. She licked the brunette’s cunt. We watched it. You jacked off and then stuck it in the brunette’s mouth, and she swallowed while moaning because a bitch was licking her like an ice cream cone.”
“I was there. I don’t need a recap,” I told him. “What are you doing here? What the fuck do you want this time?”
He let out a small laugh. “You aren’t interested, are you? In the pussy eating,” he said, waiting on my response.
The truth was, no, I didn’t care. I’d seen that many times. It was hot, yeah. I had fun. I got off. Then they’d left. There hadn’t been any feelings or connection. It was easy. No. It was…empty.
Sex with Montana had been earth-shattering. I’d wanted to stay there, locked to her, in that moment forever. It hadn’t been fun. It had been a realm of pleasure I hadn’t experienced.
“Right now, no,” I replied, walking over to grab my shirt and get dressed.
“And if I told you they were coming to the house tonight?” he asked.
I shrugged on my shirt. “I’d say that the brunette swallows, but the blonde sucks as good as she licks pussy, so make sure you get her mouth on your cock at least once.”
“And if I told you I brought my deck to play a round of cards with Montana?”
I snatched up my sweats and turned to glare at him. “I’d tell you to go the fuck home. You were here two nights ago.”
He smirked. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
“We all are. You just figuring that out?” I asked sarcastically, pulling on my pants.
“Than Carver has found a magical cunt. I never thought it would happen to you. But it did. The magical cunt fairy dropped one in your lap, and it locked you down,” he said. “Tell me, what is it that makes it magical? I need to know so that I can stay away from them in case one crosses my path.”
I tossed my towel over my shoulder and started for the door. “You’re safe. It takes depth to be affected by one. You have none,” I replied, not taking the bait.
He wanted to tease me about my…my…attraction, addiction—hell, maybe it was an obsession with Montana. But I didn’t care. I was past it. Because he was right. Her cunt was magical.
“Ouch,” he called behind me as I pushed past him to exit. “I’m wounded. I have depth. I intend to massage the pussy licker’s tits and ass for her while I watch her eat another cunt. That’s depth.”
“That’s because you have a thing for tits and ass. You’d rather fuck a girl’s ass than her pussy.”