Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“You’re describing our honeymoon.”
“I don’t remember having a chain.” I slide down her body and spread her legs apart. As she threads her fingers through my hair, I lay the flat of my tongue against her pussy and drag it from clit to lip and back again.
She lets out a low moan. “More of that.”
All these years have passed. She’s had two kids, and there’s another on the way, but she’s still the sexiest thing to walk the earth. I wasn’t lying when I said she is more beautiful today than ever.
She still tastes like heaven. It’s a privilege to lie between her legs, tonguing her cunt, letting her savory juice coat my throat. She quivers and tenses, flooding my mouth with her cum. I give her one last kiss and then mold my frame against hers, my front to her back. I lift her leg and enter her in one swift, hard motion. As her happy cries sing in the air, I shape her breasts with my hands. She fills my ears with unsteady encouragement. I don’t last long. She’s too hot, too tight, too much.
I let myself empty into her. “Ah, fuck.” The words come out on a ragged breath. The release zips through me, shooting into her cunt. I take her mouth in mine and swallow all of her sounds. Her kiss gives me life.
“I love you,” I groan against her lips.
“I love you, too, Jackson.”
Still deep inside her, I draw a blanket over our two bodies. We intertwine our fingers and rest them over the curve of her belly. As sleep takes us under, my last thought is how blessed I am to have my children, my friends, but most of all, this woman. Annabella Cane Knight, the one who brought color to my dull world.