Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Still, what girl doesn’t love naked cuddles? Especially when your partner is as sexy and hot as Thomas West.
I’m a lucky woman.
Epilogue
Lyla
“That’s it Lyla g-give it to me,” he groans in my ear.
He has me bent over, my legs spread exactly how he likes me and I’m holding onto the footboard of the bed for dear life as Thomas slams his body against me, his cock buried deep inside of me, sliding in and out hard and fast.
“Thomas, baby,” I whimper, my body strung tight. This is only the second time we’ve made love since having Tamsin. The first time he was soft and sweet and it felt like he was afraid to hurt me. When I mentioned it, he decided to show me I was wrong.
And God is he showing me.
He moves until his cock is almost outside of me and I whimper at the change. He’s killing me. His hand slaps down on my ass and I cry out, doing my best to muffle the noise by pressing my lips into my arm.
“My b-baby likes it when I f-fuck her hard,” he growls, right before slamming all the way back inside, filling me up so completely it robs me of breath. I manage to moan, tightening down on his cock and trying to hold onto the pleasure he’s giving me. His hands are biting into my hips with a bruising force, his body is hovering over me as he rides my body. I can feel his hot breath against my neck and ear. He somehow flexes or rotates his hips from behind me in a way that causes his thick cock to scrape against my walls. Jesus, there’s nothing better than feeling him so deep in me.
“I’m so close, Thomas,” I groan, almost beyond thinking. All I can do is feel layer after layer of pleasure that my man is intent on giving me.
“Play with your clit, b-baby. Do it now,” he orders—and there’s no doubt in my sex-hazed brain that it is an order.
I slide my fingers over my clit, my entire body jerking in reaction as Thomas keeps fucking me from behind. I know there’s no way I can hold back. I’m going to shatter and when I do, I may never be the same again. There has to be a limit to how much pleasure a woman can handle.
“Going to…” I stop talking to drag air into my lungs just as Thomas slams into me again. I swear he’s so deep this time that I can literally taste him. “Come,” I warn him as I feel it building and spreading through me.
“Fuck,” he groans right before his teeth press into the juncture between my shoulder and my neck.
My entire body vibrates, my knees go weak and I detonate into so many pieces I’m not sure I will ever be whole again. Through it all, Thomas continues riding me, never stopping. He fucks me hard and steady and only when I reach behind him, my fingers somehow finding contact with the warm, heated skin of his thigh, does he come.
I hum in pleasure, saying his name as I feel his hot seed jet inside of me in waves. I’m so far gone, all I can do is let Thomas take care of me and I know he will.
“Love you, Lyla. So fucking much,” he rumbles against my back, kissing my shoulder and neck as his hands move over my body, petting and calming me all at the same time.
“Love you,” I breathe out as he slips from my body.
He gathers me up and lays me gently on the bed. I can’t even manage to open my eyes. Eventually I feel a warm cloth between my legs. I should look then, because watching Thomas clean me after sex is always hot. I hate to miss a second of it. I can’t manage to find the will to look though. I’m close to falling sleep and pretty sure he fucked me into unconsciousness. I’m fading fast.
“Love you, S-sunflower,” he says, his hand moving against the side of my face. He bends down and kisses me and apparently, I was wrong—I do have the energy to open my eyes because I want to see my man’s face—to see the love there shining all for me.
That’s it, though. I feel sleep calling me. My eyes flutter and then jerk open as I hear our daughter crying over the monitor.
“I’ll get her,” I yawn, trying to shake the exhaustion away because it’s time to be mommy and honestly, I love every second of it.
Thomas kisses my temple. “You rest. I’ll get our girl.”
I smile. I let him because I already fed her. She’s probably in need of a change. Besides, Thomas loves time with Tamsin almost as much as she loves being with her daddy. Even at this age, I can tell she’s going to be a daddy’s girl and who can blame her?