Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“And…” cluelessness crawls across my expression, “there’s…more?”
Snickers are soft and almost silent. “You have to take him to pracky with you.”
My head slightly tilts in objection.
“That is unless you’re ready to leave him home by himself again.”
Hasn’t happened since the kitchen incident.
Which really wasn’t that long ago.
Paint has barely finished drying on our cabinets.
“You do know that once you’re on the road that there will be times when he’s left alone in this house, right?” Her face shifts to a serious fashion. “Days where I work late or have other non-Bronny related engagements to attend?”
Hesitation to retort can’t be helped. “I do…”
“So, perhaps this week might be good prep for those moments?”
“He’s gotta miss the whole fuckin’ week?!”
She slowly nods prior to explaining, “They only allow students to start on Mondays; therefore, if you or Grams or your attorney or anyone else loses possession of the puck in the enrollment process, he will miss another week.”
“One is gonna be bad enough.”
“I know.” Her frame suddenly leans back against mine, effortlessly mellowing me back out. “And I am currently doing everything possible to keep him from falling behind. I arranged to have his mock schedule sent to us as well as contacted his teachers to have them email over his assignments for us to begin despite not actually being in class yet.”
“Meanin’ Alice Cooper had it all wrong?”
Giggling can’t be helped.
“That Chuck Berry had it right.”
“Ohmygod, that song is wayyyyyy before your time.”
“No such thing, Gillybean.” Cheekily smirking precedes me brushing my lips against her ear and lowering my voice. “Speakin’ of time…” I admire the sight of her eyes immediately growing hooded, “I can either make us lattes,” gently nipping her lobe hitches her breath, “or let you be my latte.” My mouth lowers to steal a swipe of her rapidly beating pulse. “Sadly, there ain’t time for both.” Her body needily bumps against mine prompting me to purr, “Be a good girl…” another loving bite is taken near her jaw, “and use your words.” My teeth sinking into her skin occurs in tandem with my fingertips drifting forward towards the wet, freshly waxed territory. “Tell me what you want, Slayer.”
“To slay you,” she suggestively coos, stoned stare finding mine in the mirror.
“You wanna snow the tendy, baby?” One caress of her clit causes Gilly to uncontrollably tremble. “Fire off a clapper?” The next has her knees knocking into the dark cabinets down below. “Have me at pracky covered in your dub?”
“Godyes,” is huffed alongside her hips rocking into the slow rolling motions of my finger.
“Gonna need an assist in keepin’ you quiet…” Snaking the toothbrush out of her grip is easy. “We don’t wanna wake up the teen any earlier than we gotta.” Her lips begin to curl upward prompting me to instruct, “Open.” They instantly part, allowing me to carefully wedge the object into the open space. “Close.”
Gilly’s continual trust in me – especially in the sack – isn’t shit I take for granted.
Like the way the boys trust me on the ice.
It’s something I’m grateful for and always prepared to work at.
Removing my touch from her slick nub expectedly receives a pout of displeasure; however, the feeling of my palm gliding up her back, underneath the sweater to grip her shoulder, is gifted a soft moan of approval.
I swiftly work my shaft out of my sweats and boxers only to then teasingly drag my tip along the back of her lower lips, each shudder spurring her legs to widen.
Her torso to fold.
Her face to fall.
“Fuck…” airily creeps out as I teasingly press just the head my cock against her entrance, “look how pretty this pussy is…” Thick, creamy juices drench my slit, begging me to inch in deeper. “I swear somethin’ sinful on this side of the Mississippi that my Slayer has the prettiest pussy out there.” Gilly’s sopping wet muscles swell around the fraction they can reach. “So pretty…” A second taunting push precedes me praising, “So perfect…” This time when I pull back, I wolfishly groan over the view and sensation of my soaked shaft alike. “So mine.”
My girlfriend impatiently bucks back in encouragement.
Whimpers.
“All mine,” I reiterate at the same time I slip back inside. “Only. Mine.”
The dreamy nodding I’m given is accompanied by a muffled moan.
“Look up for me, Slayer…”
She gradually drags her face up despite wanting it to loll forward in pleasure.
“Look how fuckin’ good you take me.” Sliding my cock continues until I’m completely seated inside. “Look how fuckin’ perfect you are on my dick, baby.”
Tremors tear throughout her frame, pussy following suit with such intensity it threatens to wobble my stance.
“Watch,” escapes just above a shaky whisper. “Watch yourself slay the tendy.” I nestle my free hand back between her thighs, harshen my grip on her shoulder, and gradually rock myself all the way out simply to see how drenched every inch of me is. “Damn, Gilly…” My tongue steals a small swipe of my lips. “How the hell did I get so fuckin’ lucky?” Her abrupt buck backward knocks a guttural growl out of me. “Lordhavemercy…” Finding her gaze in the mirror once more, I demand. “Do that shit again.” I apply the faintest bit of pressure to her clit at the same time I command, “Fuck me.” Yanking her towards me occurs next. “Slay me the way only a Slayer can…”