Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I’m usually ready to nominate the person who invented condoms for sainthood. But not tonight. Not with Rosey.
I collapse on top of her and she trails her fingers over my back.
“You’re incredible,” I mumble.
“You make me feel incredible,” she says.
I move off her, get rid of the condom and rearrange us so we’re covered in blankets. Rosey snuggles into the crook of my arm.
“The rain has started,” she says. “I only just noticed.”
“We were focusing on other stuff.”
She tenses. “Did we miss the tornado warning?”
I reach across her for my phone. “No notifications.”
“Can you put that thing on loud?” she says. “You’re sure we’ll have enough time to get to the shelter?”
“I’m sure.” My thoughts start to wander to the Colorado Club.
“You think you should check in at the Club?”
I pull in a breath. “I might just do a quick call. Do you mind?”
“Of course I don’t mind.”
Thunder rumbles above us. The rain is coming harder now. And this is just the storm before the real storm. I swipe my phone open and dial Hart.
“Just checking in,” I say. “There storm is over the town now. But no tornado warnings so far.”
“Everything is fine here,” he replies. There’s a lot of background noise. Voices calling out among background chatter. “All the staff are here in the main building, hunkered down for the night. I just spoke to the sheriff, and he says that tornado activity has lessened. Thinks the warning might be withdrawn.”
“Okay, keep me posted. I’ll check in a bit later.” I end the call.
“Everything okay?” Rosey asks.
“For now.”
“How worried are you?”
I huff out a laugh. My entire fortune is on the line. Everything’s at stake. “Not worried enough that I don’t want to fuck you again.” It’s true. My entire future might be destroyed in the next hour, and all I can think about is how ripe Rosey’s breasts look. I want to sink my teeth into her.
She slides her legs over mine and my cock springs to life. “It’s good to stay distracted in a crisis.” She pushes up and straddles me. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she says. “You turn me to Jell-O.”
A grin tugs at my mouth. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy having you try.” I tuck my arms behind my head as she arranges herself over me, her folds hugging my dick as it hardens beneath her.
“I think I might do anything you want,” she says.
She didn’t need to say the words, though they’re nice to hear. I can see the truth in her eyes, but it makes me groan just the same.
“I want you,” I whisper. “Any which way.”
Unexpectedly, she slides down the bed, leans over and takes the tip of me in her mouth. She suckles on the end of my dick, and I think I might have died and gone to heaven until she takes me deep, to the back of her throat—then I know I have.
She pauses, controlling her gag, and I groan, trying everything I can not to push my hips up to see that expression again. Fuck, she’s so sexy.
I can’t watch for long because I’m overloaded with sensory input. I’m seconds away from coming for a second time, but I’m not ready for this to be over. My mind wanders to how I can make sure this happens again. How can I convince her to take my cock in her mouth every damn day for the rest of my life?
She works her mouth up and down my shaft, her fingers coiled at the bottom of my cock, gripping me tight, showing me she’s in charge. So hot. So fucking hot.
She pulls back and releases me with a pop. She pumps her fist up my length a couple of times.
“This is selfish,” she says, reaching over me, her sharp nipples grazing my chest. She grabs a condom. “But you’re so hard. So big.” She groans, tipping her head back. “I’m so wet. I want you inside me right now. Do you mind?” She holds up a condom.
Do I mind that she wants to feel my cock inside her? Do I mind that she wants to feel me where she’s soft and warm and wet? Do I mind that she’s so fucking desperate for me?
My skin is so hot, we could toast marshmallows on my abs. I’ve never wanted anything more than to feel her on my cock again.
I go to take the condom from her, but she rips open the packet herself. “I want to.”
She rolls on the condom and my mind wanders to the real possibility that I might come, just from the feel of her fingers sliding on the condom. Fucking condom.
I push up on my elbows, ready to flip her to her back, but she presses her palm against my chest.
“I want to,” she repeats on a smile.