Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“You’re so big,” she gasps, “but it feels so, so good.”
“Your tight pussy was made for me.” I thunder into her hole, causing the mattress to squeak beneath us. “Just. For. Me.”
“Only you,” she moans. “Forever.”
“Forever,” I repeat savagely, picking up my pace, my seed swelling in my balls, trying to escape, trying to surge up my shaft and fire into her fertile body.
I lean down, letting her wrap her arms around me. She cradles me close as I bury my face in her neck, kissing, biting gently, inhaling the scent of her as our bodies continue to clash. The very tip of my cock tingles, as if my seed is gathering there, pushing against my body as it tries to make me unleash everything.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She moans the words directly into my ear, her breath adding to the warmth.
As I fuck her faster, her sweet body makes wet noises for me. I sense some hesitation in her, so I kiss her neck fiercely.
“Your body’s just letting me know how… how badly you… want this.”
It’s difficult to keep speaking with our bodies pressed close, her breasts flattening against me as I drive in harder, deeper, more possession in each movement. Over and over, I claim her pussy, let her body know she’s mine.
She’ll only ever be mine.
“Oh, oh.”
Her pussy starts fluttering around my cock, getting tighter, pulsing in a way that tells me she’s almost reached her crescendo. The incoming pleasure makes me move quicker. There’s nothing better than making my woman feel like this, than giving her pleasure, than giving her the world.
I lean back again, needing to look at her when she’s so close. The tip of my cock is buzzing, an intense point of euphoria right at the end of my dick, seed rushing up and down. She throws her hands back, her breasts bouncing as my cock makes slick noises in her slit. Wet, captivating noises, my tense body covered in sweat.
Finally, my woman melts. Her whole body trembles and her hands squeeze the sheets again, but this time she uses them to pull herself toward me, grinding down my dick as I thrust up, harder, faster, deeper. Deeper most of all, putting as little space between us as possible.
She’s melting into her orgasm, and I’m melting into her. I never want to be anywhere else. She opens her mouth as if to moan, but all that comes out is a hollow trembling breath. Her pussy gets so tight I have to thrust with even more savagery.
I stare down, my head in a haze of lust, nothing else existing except the sight of my massive cock in her hole. White cream flows down my length as her pussy pulses, her hollow breaths and shifting hips telling me she’s lost in the orgasm. I keep going, quicker, fiercer, and then it’s too much. The heat at the end of my cock erupts.
I collapse atop her, kissing frantically, as she claws down my back and we lock into our shared finish. We’re flying together. My length scorches. My tip flares and pulses and aches with the release. Time stops and we simply exist in the moment, the closeness, the connection.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, kissing her cheek as I collapse atop her.
She clings to me tightly, nuzzling my face with hers. I roll aside, but immediately pull her close to me. I don’t want there to be any distance between us at all, just intimacy, this fusion.
Something happens in the aftermath of the pleasure. It feels like we’re bonding, sinking into each other. Nothing could ever separate us. Not even Andrew? That thought tugs darkness into this moment, attempts to ruin it, so I force it away. For now, this is enough… my sweaty, beautiful, contented woman in my arms.
“I wonder if we just made a baby,” I say, kissing the top of her head as I cradle her shoulder.
She looks up at me, hair messy, eyes wide and alert and full of hope. “I hope so.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Violet
It’s the next morning. I sit at the breakfast table, picking at my toast as Dad takes a sip of his coffee. Luke stands at the window wearing a T-shirt with the material pulling from one shoulder to the other, reminding me of last night.
My hands hold the memory of his taut back muscles, my body tickling all over as if telling me to go to him, my man, wrap my arms around him from behind and then slip my hand down his body. Rub my hand up and down the outside of his pants and start the lust-filled dance again.
All my life, I worried that horrible man had ruined any chances of intimacy for me, but Luke showed me I can do it. Together, we can do anything.
“We should hear from them soon,” Luke says, turning and shooting me a look. His pale eyes glint with concern.