Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“Oh, I will,” I laugh.
I reach Zephyr’s car in no time, quickly unlocking it and climbing in. I don’t love the idea of borrowing people’s cars, but he freely gave it up because I was running late for class. And while he didn’t tell me when he needed it back, I probably would have met up with him at some point today. I don’t like being responsible for other people’s things, though I couldn’t in good faith pass up the opportunity to drive this thing. It’s fucking gorgeous.
After buckling up, I go to press the push start when my phone chimes from the cup holder I shoved it in, and I quickly scoop it up to find a new text from my grandmother.
A fond smile lifts the corner of my lips. I love my grandmother. We’ve always had such a close bond, but after introducing her to an iPhone last year, I’m starting to wonder if I need to introduce some boundaries.
That woman is an open book, and she doesn’t care who knows it.
I cringe as I open her text, never knowing what I might find, but when I see a beautiful photograph of her sitting on a fallen log, all I can do is smile. That is until I read the caption that comes along with it.
G’ma: This won’t be the only wood I’ll be riding tonight.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I go to respond when another text comes through.
G’ma: Oh, sorry, sweetheart. That text was meant for your Poppop.
Tilly: I bet. Have fun riding that wood!
I immediately feel sick the second I hit send, and as I shake my head and go to start the car, another text comes through.
G’ma: I should clarify. By wood, I mean your Poppop’s penis.
Tilly: Please stop!!!!!!
G’ma: Okay, cherub. Love you. I hope you’re out there getting some of that good, hard wood. You won’t be young forever!
What the fuck is my life?
9
TILLY
I’m slammed against the back side of Caesar’s front door as Zephyr’s lips drop to my neck, his hands roaming over my needy body as I reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head.
“Fuck, babe. I need your mouth on me,” Zephyr murmurs against my skin as I drop his shirt to the pristine tiles in the grand foyer of his father’s mansion. I reach for the front of his pants, already feeling his straining cock behind the material.
I grin, releasing the button and diving in to feel just how hard he is. “If I’m getting on my knees for you, you better be able to handle it,” I warn him, freeing him from the confines of his pants and pumping my fist up and down his impressive length.
“Oh, I can handle it.”
I laugh because I know damn well he can’t, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t give it the good old college try, and on the plus side, Zeph is a giver. If I drop to my knees for him, he’ll be sure to repay the favor, and that’s simply not an opportunity a girl should ever pass on.
Zeph groans as I work his cock, my fist roaming right to his tip before my thumb circles over him. “You sure?” I tease.
“Fuck, Tilly. If you don’t get on your damn knees and fuck me with your smart mouth right fucking now, I’m going to explode.”
“Oooh, I think I’d like to see that.”
“Tilly.”
I laugh, and as a sultry grin stretches across my lips, I drop to my knees between Zeph and the back of the front door. Then as he braces one hand against the heavy door and leans into me, I take his heavy cock, hold his delicious stare, and show him exactly what he’s in for.
My tongue rolls up the length of his cock before trailing right back to his tip and lapping up the small bead of moisture that waits for me. He sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth, and just as he reaches around me with his other hand and wraps my hair around his wrists, I open wide before closing my mouth around him and taking him right to the back of my throat.
“Awwww, fuck,” he grunts, his hips jolting forward and pushing right past my gag reflex.
My cheeks hollow out, and I quickly put him through his paces, giving him everything he didn’t know he was capable of taking, teasing and nipping as I massage his balls between my fingers. My tongue never stops roaming over him as I clutch his base with my other hand, holding him firmly and working him in sync with my lips.
“Shit,” he groans, tightening his hold in my hair as if he could somehow take control. “I’m gonna come. If you don’t want to swallow me, then you better stop.”
Ha. I knew it wouldn’t take him long.
Pride swells in my chest as I keep going, not willing to pull away and forego the award for all my hard work, and not a moment later, Zeph comes hard, shooting his hot load into the back of my throat as his pleasure-filled stare remains locked on mine.