Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I hate fucking leaving because I miss her beyond belief. My soul aches for her in a way that’s hard to explain.
I shoot her a text. Stop by the ranch. I’d like to see you, please.
When?
ASAP
Give me an hour.
Okay.
I get to work, preparing for her arrival. I’ve been working all morning with the animals, so I need to get my ass washed. I’m showered, shaved, and dressed in clean clothes.
The doorbell rings and I head out to greet my woman.
“I’m sorry, Raymond,” she blurts out as soon as the door opens. I cup her face and slam my mouth down on hers.
“I’m sorry too, Angel.” I drag her into the house and lock the door behind her. I want to have her fucking naked and under me, but I’ve held out for a month and she still hasn’t given me the truth.
“I need you, Raymond.” Fuck, that’s my undoing. I scoop her up and carry her to my bed where I strip her clothes off her sexy body. My clothes quickly follow before I pounce onto the bed, straddling her small frame with my larger one.
I slant my mouth and crush my lips to hers, taking the kiss I need. I pull back and stare into her amber-colored eyes and see the desire in them. “You’re mine, babe. I’m never letting you go.”
“I’m yours. Now take me, Cowboy,” she demands, tugging on the back of my neck to bring my mouth to hers again.
“With pleasure, ma’am.” I wink and line up my cock with her hole, sliding into her sopping wet pussy. I piston her core, pumping in and out, working her womb hard. Her fingers dig into my shoulder, scoring me with her nail like she’s marking her territory and I gladly accept her possessive grip on me while I fill her womb. One day I’ll be putting my baby in her, but for now, I’m making sure her scent and mine are fused together.
Sweat beads between her ample breasts, so I greedily slid my tongue through her valley before sinking my teeth around her nipple, grazing softly against the stiffened tip. Her body arches into my embrace, giving me more of her as I fuck her tight slit. The pressure in my balls intensifies with every moaning cry that escapes her lips, sending me on the verge of coming. I need her to get off first before I flood her with my cum.
I flip onto my back and leave her to take control and ride me. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight. It’s like you’re trying to choke out my cock, baby. Work that taut hole on my dick; slam that fucking cunt on my shaft. I want your cream dripping down onto me before I fill you up.” Her tits bounce feverishly in my face, tempting me to suck on them some more and I oblige. With my hands on her ass, I grip hard and thrust upward while my tongue does laps around her large areolas, licking and sucking until she’s pulling back and letting out her orgasm. Her walls flex around me and I let go, shooting my jets of cum deep into her hole, spraying her until she collapses on top of me. Her long dark hair splayed out across my chest. I cradle her head and hold her to me like the lifeline she is.
After a couple of minutes, she gently kisses my pecs before looking into my eyes. “I’m sorry about earlier. I just wasn’t expecting you to be gone for so long.”
“I don’t want to go either, but the opportunity opened up and I can’t miss out. I’ll be back before Christmas and then we can spend some time together assuming you’re not working.”
“I’m not going to be working on Christmas.” She brushes her hand over my bare chest, rubbing it back and forth, making me feel so damn good. “I know you want to know about my job, but you know there’s a reason it’s called a private investigator.”
“I get it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“I know.” She kisses my chest and then sighs.
Changing the subject, I ask, “What do you want for Christmas?”
“Um…I don’t want anything.”
“Bullshit. Please tell me something.”
“Well, I’ve always wanted one of those fainting goats, but I don’t have the space for it. They’re so cute.” I personally beg to differ, but I don’t voice my distaste for the little animal.
“I have plenty of space here.”
“Yes, but I don’t live here and soon I’ll have to go back to the agency.”
“Yeah,” I answer, thinking about how I can tie her to my bed and make her fall in love with me. My heart and soul are invested in her.
“Maybe I should go. You have to leave in the morning.”
“Stay, Angel.” I brush my lips to hers.