Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I wanted all of your love that night
I wanted to see how hard you’d fight
I called, tempted you, made a fool of myself
I swear you were no, no good for my health
But my love for you is out of this world
Love, for you, is such a powerful word
You are my man,
My prince, my beast in disguise
And I am your princess
Your life
I’ve been in love with you all this time
Don’t you see?
We have always been meant to be
We have always been meant to be
Her words continue flowing, her lyrics so plentiful and clear. I thought for sure she’d give me hell—sing a song that I didn’t want to hear but deserved to listen to, but I can tell this one means a lot to her.
I can tell by the way she sings it. How she shuts her eyes and pours it all out with so much passion and soul that it’s almost palpable.
When she’s finished, my throat thickens. I feel every sense of my wellbeing being taken over—swarmed with one thing I used to try and avoid.
One word that used to confuse the fuck out of me.
One word that I have said to Jenny over and over again.
Love.
“You hate it, don’t you? See, I told you it was stupid to sing my songs for—”
I stop her from talking. Not with my hands or my words. But with my lips. My mouth takes over and I don’t stop. I don’t hold back.
I can’t.
I wrap her up in my arms, hauling her onto my lap as she laughs with astonishment. Her hands clasp my face, and I slide mine up her bare thighs, moving past her panties and up her dress. I push the fabric of the dress above her head and then unlatch her bra.
Her hands clamp right around my face again. She’s greedy for me—just as hungry for this burning desire as I am. My heart is beating a mile a minute, my hands all over her warm body.
I’m so desperate to touch her—cling to her. All I want is Jenny Roscoe.
I want her love.
Her heart.
Her compassion.
Her understanding.
Her forgiveness.
I want everything from her and I want to cherish it this time. Keep it as my own and never let it go.
I lift her hips and yank her panties off. When she’s free, I flip her onto her back and then stand, stepping out of my shorts and then my boxers. Once I’ve sprung free, I climb between her legs, picking up where I left off.
Sucking on the crook of her neck, I run my hand up her forearm until I’ve met her fingertips. And once our fingers have become entangled, our breaths heavy and bodies sticky with sweat, I slide into her.
I take what’s mine, and I don’t pull away. She holds onto my hand tighter, the heel of her foot pressing into my lower back to guide me deeper.
“I love you, Jenny,” I pant, picking my head up to look into her eyes. I stroke my hips, feeling my tip hit a soft, tender spot. Her back arches and just when I thought her grip couldn’t get any tighter on my hand, it does.
Dipping my head down, I suck on her taut nipples, swirling my tongue around them to heighten her arousal. She sighs and moans, her body bucking as I swirl my hips, hitting every blissful spot.
“I want to make love to you over and over again. I want to give you all of my love—all of me, Jenny.” I cradle one side of her face in my free hand. “You let me do that, and we will never end again. Just as long as you continue to love me, I will love you with everything I’ve got. What I feel for you is fierce and it will continue to grow as long as you accept me. As long as you love me. As long as you are here for me.”
She nods her head, but when I lower my face to suck on her neck, gluing our damp bodies closer, she cries out my name. I hit her tender spot repeatedly, bringing my hand down to rub her swollen clit.
She gets so wet for me—so wet that I can’t handle it.
I flip over again, this time so she’s on top of me, and she doesn’t dare stop. She rides me like she means it, like she’s taken every single one of my words to heart and will never forget them.
I grab her waist, feeling her move fluidly on top of me. Watching her like this, her perky tits bouncing, her flawless skin rolling with sweat, and feeling her pussy wrapped so tight around me, is all too fucking much.
“Shit, Jenny… babe. Fuck.” The back of my head falls back, sinking into the pillows. She leans forward and clutches the top of the headboard, her mouth hovering only inches above mine. They are only a breadth away. I can feel them, and that act alone is enough to put me on the verge of coming.