Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“Oh, God,” she gasps, arching her back, her nails digging into my skin as she clings to me.
Her muscles flex and tighten around my cock, and I pull her closer, stilling my hips to give her time to adjust to me. I cradle her against my chest, whispering words of comfort and love into her ear.
“Deeper. I want to feel you deeper,” she begs, her voice a mix of desperation and need. Christ, she’s begging for me.
“Pretty girl,” I murmur, pressing kisses under her ear as I flex my hips, sliding deeper into her. “I can’t tell you how much you mean to me.”
“Harder, please,” she pleads, her fingers pulling at my hair as she brings my lips to hers in a soft, hungry kiss. I kiss her back, thrusting my tongue past her lips, tasting her sweetness as I start to move faster, groaning as her eager body flexes against me.
“You were made for me. That’s the only thing I know for sure,” I murmur against her lips, thrusting hard one final time, hitting the deepest part of her. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me how it feels.”
My hips move with a steady rhythm, our bodies finding a perfect sync.
“Good. God, you feel so good,” she groans, her voice thick with pleasure.
Fucking Clara might be the end of me, but I can’t stop. I dip my head, capturing one of her hard nipples between my lips as I carry us to the chair. We fall together, and with one hand supporting my weight, the other wraps around her waist, pulling her closer as I pump into her.
“Jesus, you're perfection,” I grunt, driving into her harder, giving her everything I have. My hair falls into my face as I pound her, her moans echoing in the room, her nails biting into my back. The pain mixes with pleasure, sending tingles up my spine. I grind my hips, circling them to press against her clit, angling just right to hit that sweet spot inside her.
It works—her body tenses, and a string of curse words spills from her lips as she comes hard around my cock.
“Aw, fuck, baby, you feel so good milking me. Your pussy is pulsing, pulling my orgasm out of me,” I groan, dipping my head to kiss her as I keep thrusting, grinding against her until my release explodes inside her. Her body goes limp beneath me, sated and satisfied, as I pour into her, my chest heaving, her nipples rasping against my skin. Her arms wrap around my neck, holding me close as she catches her breath.
“You fuck like an animal,” she says with a sassy grin, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm, making my cock twitch with renewed desire.
“Stop giving me that grin,” I chuckle, pinching her nipple with my thumb and finger, loving the squeal it elicits.
“Yes, boss,” she teases, her arms wrapping around my chest, nails dancing lightly across the skin of my back.
“Mmm, I like that,” I murmur, yanking her chin to me for a deep, sensual kiss.
“I’m sore. You fucked me straight into submission,” she giggles, the sound so sweet to my ears that I can’t help but smile.
“I like the sound of that,” I say, pulling her into my arms, relishing the feel of her soft breaths on my chest as we come down from our high. This woman is everything to me, and nothing in the world could ever change that. “Thank you for loving me. I know I’m a fucked-up, guy, but—”
“Oh, Marcus,” she interrupts, slipping on top of me, her arms locking around my neck. “You’re the hottest, most generous, and kind guy I’ve ever met.”
I smack her playfully on the ass, making her squeal.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“For driving me crazy every damn day,” I grin, catching her lips in a kiss before flipping her over and spreading her knees apart. I lean in, running one long, slow lick up her glistening pussy. “And now I owe you a thank you for saying yes.”
Epilogue
Clara
The air is filled with laughter, shouts of encouragement, and the occasional roar of applause as someone executes a particularly impressive trick on the circus stage. Marcus and I walk hand in hand, soaking in the vibrant atmosphere. Every corner of the circus buzzes with energy, a symphony of sights and sounds that never fails to excite me.
We stop to watch a group of acrobats rehearsing. Their movements are graceful and precise, bodies bending and twisting in ways that seem almost impossible. I smile, feeling a deep sense of belonging and pride. This is our community, our home.
Marcus pulls me close, his eyes reflecting his contentment. “This place is our home now,” he says softly, his voice filled with warmth. “We’ve found where we belong.”
I nod, my heart swelling with happiness. “Yes, and we’ll keep creating magic together.”