Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Probably. The more we get to know one another, the better the sex will get. Which is impressive, because the sex is pretty damn good to begin with.
The tension and electricity are raging between us. It’s too much to hold back. She’s bouncing up and down on my cock at an even more impressive pace, wanting every little bit of goodness she can get from all of this, and every single drop of cum she can milk from me.
The inevitable soon happens. She’s sent flying into the heavens, enjoying such a godly orgasm. I’m right there with her, her cunt squeezing me like a vise grip, demanding anything and everything inside my balls, a price that I’m all too glad to pay fully.
The good ache was already there from last night, and intensifying it as soon as I wake up only makes it better. She falls forward on top of me, smiling and sharing a brief kiss. Her legs must be jelly right now, but she’s still smiling.
For a time, I hold her, stroking her hair. I kiss her now and again. In a perfect world, I’d lie here with her for the rest of our lives, just relishing one another’s presence and never wanting anything more than that.
The world isn’t perfect. That sucks, but that’s how it is.
“You take it easy. I’ll get up and make us some breakfast.”
“Mmhmm,” she says, already drifting back to sleep after the intensity of everything she just experienced.
Somehow, I manage to gain the willpower to push myself away from her. She stays on the bed, and I head into the bathroom to freshen myself up a bit and then slide on some sweatpants. As much as I think she’d appreciate it, I don’t feel right with my cock freely swinging about as I go into the kitchen.
Plus, I’m about to fry some things. I’ve dealt with slight grease burns on my chest before, and they were no fun. I don’t want to risk such a thing happening with my manhood, so a bit of a shield is in order.
Cracking open the fridge, I’m reminded it’s still pretty sparse. I’ve been living as a bachelor for so long that I forgot what a properly stocked fridge is like. I figure soon enough Olivia will apply a woman’s touch to all this, but for now?
I have enough to throw together bacon and eggs and that will have to do. With as much hunger as the two of us worked up, even this will be one of the most delicious meals I’ve ever had.
I do add my own little spice blends to it. I may have lived a spartan life as a bachelor, but I’m by no means a savage.
I pull together a little bit of toast on the side, and soon she’s making her way into the kitchen. Her eyes are still half closed, the scent of the food levitating her my way like a scene out of those old cartoons.
She put on one of my old robes. It’s quite oversized and looks a bit silly. But on her? It’s the sexiest thing I can imagine.
The sound of famished feasting soon follows, forks hitting ceramic and us hoovering up everything that’s in front of us.
“Thank you. That was really delicious,” she says, a smile on her face.
“I don’t know how to cook much, but what I do cook? I make sure I know how to do it well.”
She sighs and holds her head up with one hand. “So we did all that yesterday.”
“Yeah. It was quite a busy day.”
“Meeting. Getting engaged. Then getting married. Then fucking one another’s brains out. Without protection and absolutely no effort to pull out.”
“The way you’re saying it is making it sound like you’re starting to have second thoughts.”
Without hesitation, she shakes her head. “Oh no. No, of course I’m not. I’m completely on board with all of this. I’m just saying that’s a lot and it’s all incredibly overwhelming. One day I’m lonely and hating myself and the next I’m married and trying for a baby. It’s a bit of a shift, is all.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m sure we’ll come to terms with it. I’ve already come around to how lovely you are and the countless things you’re making me feel.”
She blushes. “Yeah. It’s really something.”
The doorbell rings. I raise an eyebrow. I’m not expecting anyone.
I head to the door. With a quick look through the peephole, I sigh. I open the door, knowing it’s kind of rude to pretend you're not home to your brother. “What’s going on, Jonas?”
“I’m more concerned about what’s going on with you, Cam. You were silent on text all night. That isn’t like you.”
“I was busy all night, man. Checking my phone is hardly the only thing on my mind.”
Jonas looks me up and down, noticing I’m only in my sweats. “Guess you found a lady. I suppose I can forgive that.”