Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 5672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Reaching between us, I rub and pinch her clit until her little pussy is squeezing around my cock. She cries out my name, and I unleash into her, filling her with seed. I’m glad I had Kylie move her into this room. It’s the farthest away from their bedroom. I knew my girl would be loud. When I pull out of her, my seed rushes out of her. That won’t do, so I push it back into her with two fingers.
“You come so pretty, tigress. Can you do it again?” I ask, leaning down to kiss her while thrusting my fingers into her over and over.
“Yes. That was amazing,” she says. “Everything I dreamt of.”
“You dreamt of me?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Tell me about them.”
“Now?”
“Yes. Tell me about your dreams while I get you off.”
“Okay. I dreamt about what our life together would be like. I dreamt of a little house in East Boston. The house we’d raise our children in. The house we’d retire in. The house you’d love me forever in.”
“That sounds real nice, tigress.”
“It was,” she moans again, her pussy clenching and unclenching rapidly.
“Come for me, Gwen.”
“I’m coming,” she squeals, and my cock shoots off onto her skin without even being touched. Like a caveman, I rub it into her skin, yet another way to mark her as mine.
She yawns, and I move to lie down beside her.
“Sleep, tigress.”
“Mmmm. Love you,” she says, and my heart stops. These are the words I’ve needed to hear all these months but couldn’t ask for. I knew that I loved her the night we met, but I couldn’t say anything. Now, I’ll say them every day for the rest of my life.
“I love you too,” I whisper back to her.
“You’re not leaving are you?”
“Never,” I promise, vowing to spend each night with her in my arms.
We wake several times throughout the night and well into Saturday morning, making love each time we do.
Every day with her is going to be better than the last. I don’t know what I did to earn her, but I’ll do everything I can to keep her.
EPILOGUE
Gwen
FIVE MONTHS LATER
Oddly enough, I’m not the only woman on this stage who is pregnant with a Richard’s baby, I think as I walk across it to collect my diploma. My former teacher, Miss O'Shaughnessy, or Cashel as I’m supposed to call her, is also pregnant. Kildare, one of Wes and Kylie’s brothers, is the father and her new husband. That’s a whole different story, though.
After graduation, we have dinner with our families and are alone at the home we’ve shared since my birthday.
We barely make it in the door before he’s on me. Kissing me, licking, and biting me he knows exactly how to turn me on. Admittedly, it doesn’t take much with him. His hands roam under my skirt, where he caresses my skin. He’s obsessed with the softness of my skin, and I love it when he touches me like this. He loves it so much; he even does it in his sleep.
“Congratulations, tigress,” he growls. He’s been telling me that all day.
“Thank you,” I moan, when his fingers shove into me after pushing my panties to the side.
“Come fast for me. I want you wet and ready for me.” His demands insure that already almost there. I love it when he commands me to do things.
“I’m always wet and ready for you,” I moan as my orgasm builds higher and higher.
He kisses me again, letting me know that I’m his. Not that I could ever doubt that. His baby in my belly seals that. His kisses have the ability to either calm me down or ramp me up. He lifts me up, carrying me bridal style to our bed. The way he gently makes love to me is unlike any time we’ve shared before. His sweet kisses are enough to make me tear up.
“Don’t cry,” he whispers, wiping them away.
“I can’t help it. You’re being too gentle.”
“You don’t want me to be gentle?”
“No, I need it harder, faster. Please give it to me.” I beg.
He grins down at me and fucks into me faster and faster. I wrap my legs around him and meet him thrust for thrust.
“Fuck, Gwen, I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I say as I come hard. Several hard and fast thrusts later, I feel him come inside me.
“Marry me, Gwenna,” he says from above me, his hard cock still inside of me.
“What?” I ask, confused, still in the orgasmic euphoria he put me in.