Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
My body shook, my muscles tense. I released a breath as I felt my orgasm come to an end. When I slowly pulled out, her pussy still clenching around me, I nearly thrust back in deep. When my dick slipped from between her thighs, I stared at how red and swollen she was, how wet. I watched as my seed started to slip out of her little hole, sliding down the crease of her ass and soaking the sheets beneath her. The thick white fluid covered her pussy lips, making me hard despite the fact that I’d just gotten off, was now spent, my balls drained.
“God, so fucking hot, Landry.” I didn’t even try to stop myself from reaching out, smoothing my finger over her folds, smearing my seed along her pretty cunt. “It’s so fucking hot seeing my cum covering you like this.” I looked at her face again. “I’ve marked you as mine, Landry baby.” I pushed a finger into her pussy, and her hole clenched around the digit. I grunted in pleasure, knowing I’d never get enough.
Never.
I wrapped my arm around her, making sure she was as close to me as possible.
“I’m yours, Big.”
“Yeah, you really are, Landry.”
Always. She’d always be mine.
Chapter Nine
Big
I’d gotten out of bed early this morning, partly because I couldn’t sleep, but mainly because I had a raging hard-on. I didn’t want to wake Landry with that sucker digging into the small of her back. I also knew she was going to be sore, given the fact that she’d given me her virginity last night, and I was a large man and knew I’d stretched her real good. I didn’t want to give her any more discomfort.
So I’d gotten out of bed, covered her back up, and just stood there for a moment watching her sleep, reveling in the fact that she was lying in my bed, her body lusciously nude, her dark hair fanned out along my white sheets.
She looked perfect. She looked like she belonged.
And although I’d felt this incredible arousal for her, I also felt this intense warmth in my heart. I wanted her, cared about her for so long that it all seemed like this fantastical dream, a made-up fantasy. But it was real, and she was here, and she was mine.
I wasn’t going to let her go. I’d told her as much last night, would continue to tell her over and over again until there was absolutely no doubt in her mind that she was mine.
It had been a couple hours since I’d left her in my room sleeping, and I was working on my third cup of coffee when I heard her stir. The fire was already going, the January weather leaving frost all over everything in the early morning, right before the sun rose and started to melt it.
I stood when I heard my bedroom door open, looked at the table I already set for breakfast, and prayed like hell she didn’t think I was overstepping bounds and going too fast. But I’d wanted to make her breakfast, to feed her. I wanted to squeeze those oranges, so she had fresh juice, wanted to have her taste the bacon I’d gotten from the butcher shop just last week, because it was the freshest I’d ever had.
I wanted her to tell me how good the homemade pancakes were, not because I needed my ego stroked, but because I would know I was nourishing her.
I just wanted to take care of her.
She came out with a blanket wrapped around her body, her curves visible and making my pulse race. God, she was gorgeous with her hair mussed, her cheeks flushed, and lips that were plump and pink from my kisses.
She stopped right before she got into the kitchen and gave me this sleepy smile before her focus turned to the table.
“You made breakfast for me?”
My chest puffed up like I was some kind of proud bastard she’d noticed. Hell, who was I kidding? I was damn proud she noticed. I walked over to the table and pulled the chair out, waiting for her to take it.
“I wanted to make you breakfast. Hope you’re hungry enough to eat it all.” I chuckled nervously. Hell, I’d never felt this kind of anxiety before, never been so worried about pleasing somebody in my life. But I wanted Landry to be happy. So damn happy.
“Thank you. Everything smells delicious.” Her voice was soft, still laced with sleep. She was only a foot from me now, getting ready to sit down, but I reached out and curled my hand around her waist, bringing her closer to me. Her womanly body pressed against my hardness, and I had no doubt she felt the stiff outline of my cock digging into her belly.
The little sound of surprise she made told me as much.