Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Sax!” I keen, trying to keep it down so we aren’t heard.
“Smell so good baby. I never knew sugar had a scent until I met you.” His tongue takes a long swipe and I feel like I am coming alive. I can feel my back arching off the bed, but it is like I have no control. He licks and sucks over and over, always sucking my clit into his mouth with each pass. My body begins to shake, as my hands find traction in his hair. Rocking my head back and forth on the pillow, I beg him to stop, finish, more...anything. “Fuck!! Did you get sweeter.” He asks as he bites my thigh giving me a slight reprieve. Before I can catch my breath, his tongue enters my hole and I see stars in my eyelids.
“Oh shit, Sax. Oh God.”
“Don’t ever call me by another man’s name.” He says with a growl before smacking my pussy with his hand. The action sends a lightning bolt of electricity and flashes within my body, tingling, traveling from my toes to my head. I begin to shout as my body loses control. Not worried about my inability to come back, he shoves what has to be two fingers inside of my kitty, hooking it across my pleasure button, and I am dying. His mouth joins the crusade and I’m a goner.
“SAXON!!!” I shout not caring who can hear. My legs come together, never mind the fact that I am squeezing his head. He doesn’t stop licking, taunting, and moaning as he sends me into a second release. “Sax, please. I can’t...I can’t.” I whisper shaking from the impact. He kisses his way up toward my mouth. Stopping mere inches from my lips he says, “Never doubt what you mean to me, baby. Do you understand? You tell me everything. Let me do my job. Protect you. From everything.” His mouth slowly takes mine, a message that everything he is and has belongs to me. Received loud and clear.
Once I am calm and together, we both get dressed and head downstairs. Everything is already in full swing. Everyone is walking around with drinks in their hands, mingling and having a good time. Saxson stops at the bottom of the stairs and turns to me. “This, Lexi, is your new family. Take a look at them.” My eyes scan the room. I see his parents, sitting side by side, whispering to one another, his sister and Manny talking with Lara and Ramone, laughing as they sip mimosas. I recognize his brother Julio and he has a girl with him I do not know, talking to his cousin Connie and another lady that looks so much like them. There are a few men in the corner, talking about something. Judging by the motion of their hands, I am assuming its sports. There are a number of other people here as well, all seem to be smiling and genuinely happy. “All of these people are going to be in your life. Our kids’ lives. You don’t need to feel alone anymore, baby. You understand?” I take in the room once more and then turn to my husband and look at the man who, in such a short time, has given me everything I felt I was missing. My heart overflowing with the amount of love I feel this man.
“I do, Saxson.” I kiss his lips before walking the rest of the way down.
“Ah. Finally. Everyone was looking for you two.” His father says as he pats Sax on the back. We walk around saying hello to everyone, engaging in small talk. It all feels so natural. We come to the corner where his cousin Connie is talking to the woman I don’t know, and he introduces us.
“Lexi, I would like for you to meet my other cousin Brenda. She is Connie’s older sister. Prima, this is my wife Alexis.” We shake hands and she kisses me on both cheeks.
“Oh, my goodness. You are gorgeous. It's so great to meet you. I never thought I would see the day my big primo would get married.” She says as she hugs me. Hearing a beeping in my ear. I pull back and notice she is checking her phone. She picks it up and answers.
“This is Dr. Brenda Parsons.”
“Parsons?” I look toward Connie in askance, my voice conveying the confusion.
“Yes. Her husband is over there with mine. His name is Tim Parsons.” She says, laughing. I laugh and shake my head, realizing I seem to have the preconception that everyone in this family should have the last name Maldonado. I mean isn’t that how it is in mafia families? The last names never change, married or not? I shrug my shoulders telling myself it doesn't matter. We continue to walk and talk, making our way around the room. We come to three men, standing in the corner, talking amongst themselves. They look familiar, but I know I haven’t met them yet.