Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I inserted myself completely inside her, pushing until the base of my cock hit her entrance. She looked incredible underneath me, her plump lips utterly kissable and delicious. Her soft strands were spread out across the sheets, perfect for me to grip.
Her mouth widened as she panted, growing used to my enormous size. “God, your dick is big.”
My cock automatically twitched in response, still buried deep inside her warm pussy. “That’s your fault, sweetheart. You make him bigger than he’s ever been before.” I slowly rocked into her, sliding through the lubrication her body produced for me. I would never get tired of knowing I was the only man to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy for the first time. I hadn’t broken her in because it was impossible. She was simply a petite woman with small parts.
But I loved that.
I rocked into her quicker but never became aggressive. Right now, I just wanted to feel her. I wanted to feel her pulse through her feet and let her feel my heartbeat in return. I wanted to conquer the woman I adored beyond reason. She was my world—my everything. Without her, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.
“Calloway…” She cupped my neck with her hands and pressed her face to mine, still rocking with me slightly by pushing against my chest. “I…I love you so much.”
Those words went straight into my chest, making me feel warm and alive. If any other woman had said that to me, I would have tossed her out on her ass. But when it came to Rome, I loved her affection. I loved her devotion. I wanted her to cherish me the way I cherished her.
But I still couldn’t say it back.
I didn’t know what stopped me. She already knew how I felt. I already told her a dozen times without actually saying the words. She knew wasn’t just my world, but my stars and my moon. She knew my entire existence revolved around her happiness. I would gladly shorten my life so hers would be longer. I would gladly do anything so her smile never faltered. “Rome…” The words never left my lips, but the emotion was in my voice.
That seemed to be enough for her because she came, her lips trembling against mine. Her fingers tugged on the strands of my hair as she moaned through the sensation, her pussy unbelievably tight around my dick.
Her passion always cut me to the bone. I loved her desperation, the way she clung to me even when her orgasm was over. I was the only man she allowed herself to rely on. She allowed me to take care of her, to protect her, and to provide for her. The fact that I was the only man who earned the honor made me feel worthy of her.
The final thought pushed me over the edge, causing me to spasm as I released inside her. I gave her all of my come, every last drop of it, and I wanted to do it every night for the rest of my life.
The rest of my life.
Shit, that was heavy.
Her fingers softened against my skull, and she gently ran them through my hair, treating me delicately after the violent way she gripped me before. Her tits were caged behind her knees, and the sweat accumulated on her neck.
Instead of being angry with my reluctance, she adored me just as much as she did before. She craned her neck so she could press her lips against mine for one final embrace. She closed her eyes and savored the touch like my lips were made of honey.
The only reason she wasn’t mad was because she knew how I felt.
She had to know.
Christopher texted me. Hey.
What’s up? It wasn’t like him to beat around the bush. He usually came out and said whatever he needed to say.
Do you know of any hot ladies you can set me up with?
Rome mentioned he was looking for something serious. I was the worst person to ask. All my life, I’d only dealt with the erotic art of fucking. Not relationships. Rome was the first woman who walked into my life that I couldn’t let slip away. I know a lot of hot ladies. But not sure if they’re the relationship type.
Every woman is a relationship type.
Not the ones I was familiar with. What exactly are you looking for?
You know, smart, beautiful, funny.
So, the perfect woman? I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I sat at my desk in my office with my phone held between my hands.
Exactly! Do you know of anyone?
Just one. No. Sorry, man.
My phone suddenly started to ring, Christopher’s name on the screen.
I took the call. “Why didn’t you just call in the first place?”
“I didn’t realize you were going to be so difficult. I thought you were just gonna spit out a name and number.”