Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Carefully, I bring down one trembling leg at a time. Her whole body is shaking as the warm water washes over her. She can barely keep her eyes open as I hold her up.
I take her out, wrap her in a fluffy towel, and then quickly take off my wet clothes and toss then into the shower after I turn the water off.
“It’s okay, peaches,” I whisper to her as I pick her up and cradle her to my chest. “You’re with your mate now. You have nothing to worry about.” I kiss her forehead and she smiles even though I’m pretty sure she’s already asleep.
I bring her into my bedroom and lay her on the bed. By the time I close the curtains and return to her, she’s already in a deep sleep.
She’s so fucking perfect. I can watch her sleep for days.
Her gorgeous face looks so angelic and peaceful. Even my furious bear calms down as I admire her beauty.
I lean down and give her a soft gentle kiss on her lips. She moans, but doesn’t wake.
“I love you,” I whisper as I cover her with my sheets. “Now and forever.”
After laying out some fresh clothes that are going to be way too big for her, I close the door to let her sleep and return to the bathroom.
I take her clothes from the floor so I can wash the smokey smell out of them. I want to smell her intoxicating scent when I’m with her and the heavy smell of the smoke overpowers it.
My body freezes when I see her panties.
Shit. My cock is already aching again just knowing her sweet pussy was touching that fabric.
I can’t help myself. I’m so weak when it comes to her.
With my heart pounding, I take them and put them to my nose, inhaling her delicious scent once again. I start jerking off and when I’m ready to cum, I bunch them around the tip of my cock and cum all over them.
“Mmmmmm,” I moan as I melt against the wall.
I turn to jelly, but my cock doesn’t soften.
It won’t until I feel the soft walls of her fresh young pussy clamped around it.
Until then, I’m just going to have to suffer.
Chapter Seven
Chloe
I wake up with a heavy moan. I was in such a deep sleep that it takes me a second to remember where I am, but when I feel the pulsing heat of complete and utter satisfaction flowing through my pussy, I remember. I’m with Ethan.
Man, that was unreal. A part of me thinks it must have been an incredible dream, but my pussy has never felt this good and satisfied, so I know it must be real.
There’s a pile of clothes next to me and I smile when I see that he folded them nicely. He’s a man who pays attention to the small details, which I love.
Details like folding, not details like size. I chuckle when I pick them up and see how enormous they are. There’s no way they’re going to fit, but unless I want to walk around his house naked, which I seriously consider for a split second, I’m going to have to try.
I slip on the gym shorts and pull the string as tight as I can until the waist is so scrunched up that it looks like a frill. I tie the string and laugh when I see that the shorts look more like pants on me. This guy is huge.
The shirt is equally ridiculously big, but I manage to tie the bottom into an 80’s knot and stick my bare shoulder out of the head hole, so it looks kinda cute.
My hair was wet when I went to bed so I have a weird bumpy afro-thing going on. I quickly brush it out and wrap it up into a bun. I wish I had some make-up, but at least I look better than before. I was horrified to see what my watery eyes had done to my eye make-up before my shower. I looked like a goth kid who got caught in the rain. I guess that’s what happens when you buy mascara at the dollar store. Oh, well. It was all I could afford.
When I’m looking as good as I’m going to get, I open the door and creep down the hall. Ethan is in the kitchen, listening to old rock music as he cooks.
I lean against the wall and take a moment to admire him as he moves around the kitchen like he belongs there. For a big hulking guy, he’s very light on his feet and agile.
“I hope you’re hungry,” he says with his back to me. “I’m cooking up a storm.”
I smile. How did he even know I was here?
“I’m starving.”
He turns around with such a sexy smile that it makes my body shudder.