Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“Oh, no, buddy. You’re not playing the good doctor now. Not after that meltdown in the kitchen. Suit up and put that dick inside me.”
I smirk as I grab a condom. Tearing the foil with my teeth, I then pull out the rubber and roll it on. She pushes harder to be intimate and I think it’s because she’s trying to prove to herself that she can maintain a normal sex life. Sometimes, I don’t give a rat’s ass what she’s trying to prove and hold her because I’m not about to hurt her if I think she’s flared up in pain.
“I’m fine,” she says, reading my mind. “I just need you.”
I prowl onto the bed and half lie on top of her. Our lips meet for a sweet kiss. The moment her tongue seeks out mine, the kiss turns feral and hungry. Her fingernails dig into me as she urges me closer. I settle between her legs, rubbing my cock along her clit. She shudders with pleasure. My thumb and finger tweak her nipple, bringing the good kind of pain to the surface.
“Mmm,” she moans.
I give her nipple a hard tug and nip at her bottom lip. “Tell me when you’re about to come, angel,” I growl. “And then I’m going to slide inside you so I can feel how good it is to have you gripping my cock. I fucking love when you go crazy for my dick.”
She laughs. “I almost think I love your dirty mouth more.”
Lifting up, I put space between us so we can stare at the way my thick dick pushes between her pussy lips, rubbing against her nub.
“Look how fucking sexy we are,” I tell her. “You and me. Hot as hell.”
My words have another moan escaping her. Then, she warns me she’s about to come. I grip my cock and slide it between her pussy lips, entering into her tight body. Slowly. It’s best when I give her time to adjust to my size. Plus, if she’s hurting, the last thing I want to do is start fucking shit up worse.
“Harder,” she breathes.
It’s her lying voice, though.
In and out, I stroke slowly, letting her get used to me. “Want me to stop?”
“Fuck no,” she hisses, her wild eyes pinning me. “Just like this is perfect.”
I smirk at her. “Touch your clit, angel. I want to watch.”
Her hand slides between us as she works herself close to the edge. She’s wet and her juices coat my cock, making it easier to drive into her. When I can tell she’s getting tired and weak, I grip her hand in mine and force her body to yield to the orgasm it desperately wants. She screams out my name, her cunt clenching around me, and I lose it. I groan, grinding my release into her until I’m spent and sated. Sliding out of her body, I fall next to her and bury my nose in her hair.
“You okay?”
“Always with you.”
“I’m going to do better tomorrow,” I vow. “I promise. No more whiskey. You’re right. You need me and that shit solves nothing.”
“Oh my God,” she exclaims.
I sit up, frowning. “What?”
“We need to call someone.”
“Who?”
“The press.”
I arch a brow. Fucking smartass.
Her lips curl into a mischievous grin. “You said I was right.”
“That’s all you heard from that entire monologue?”
“Yep. Say it again.”
“You’re right.” I brush a blond strand of hair away from her face. “Your turn.”
“But you’re never right so…” She laughs.
“Say what I want to hear.”
Her brown eyes gleam with wickedness. “You have the best cock in all the land.”
“Say the other thing,” I murmur, pressing my lips to hers.
“I love you, husband.”
“That’s the one. I love you too, wife.”
Lauren
“Thank you,” I tell Enzo, hugging his neck. “It means a lot for you to bring him.”
He pats my back. “I’m doing what I can for you guys. Don’t worry. These things have a way of working themselves out.”
“Score!” Taylor yells.
Daniel shakes his head as he chases after the ping-pong ball. “I’m too old to keep chasing these balls.”
Taylor snorts. “He said balls.”
I giggle. “He totally did.”
Daniel snags the ball up and gives us both one of his perfected “dad stares.” It only makes Taylor and me laugh more. While Daniel gets ready to serve, I sit down on the couch in our game room and Enzo plops down beside me. Since he’s a social worker, he got a sanctioned visit for us with Taylor. Daniel and I talked about fostering, but it doesn’t feel like enough. But before we drag this kid into yet another home, we wanted to see how he feels about it. It doesn’t matter what we want if he’s not into the idea.
They play until Taylor wins the match and it’s nearing time for dinner. Daniel sits in an armchair and Taylor chooses to sit on my other side. I give him a side hug.