Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I feel it, her pussy getting tighter as though gathering all her pleasure, ready to release it. I don’t stop, instead kissing and softly biting her sweaty neck as I fuck her harder, deeper, even as her pussy gets orgasm-tight.
I push with even more carnal certainty into her.
She screams as the orgasm pulses through her.
Her pussy is shivering for me, squeezing onto my shaft over and over.
Rearing back again, I look down to find her squirting down my length, her white cream going to my base as I fuck her, pushing my dick in so her cream spreads over her already-soaked lips and clit.
Harder, faster, and I can’t look away.
Her pussy and her pleasure and us, it’s all that exists.
“Fuck, fuck,” I growl as my seed rushes right up my tip, a whole world of sensation making my cock pulse.
“Yes,” she moans, reaching up and grabbing onto my face with both her hands, her nails digging in as if she wants us to share this moment.
To remember it forever.
We stare into each other’s eyes as my seed rushes out of my cock, burning with so much ecstasy I can’t think, can’t feel anything other than absolute certainty I can never let this woman go.
Whatever happens, she’s mine.
Her pussy squeezes tighter onto my cock as her orgasm comes to an end, right in the middle of when I finish, the sensation making the pleasure even more intense.
I roar as the last of my seed erupts, and then I collapse atop my woman, still inside of her, feeling myself wilt as her soaked lips kiss my cock as though willing me to stay.
Finally, I roll over, panting, smiling even as a grimace tries to take over.
Faye climbs into my arms and lays her cheek against my chest, softly moving her fingernails over my chest.
I hug her, kissing the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her.
“There’s no going back now,” I whisper. “I can’t let you go. Ever. I can’t even imagine it.”
“Me neither,” she replies quietly.
The message is clear, but we don’t want to say it, as though it will ruin what we just did.
The grimace tries to replace my smile again.
We have to tell Lola.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Faye
I sit in my bedroom, trying to focus on the laptop and select the final few photos for Felix’s approval.
It’s only been a day since we made love – since he showed me I never had to be afraid, never had to doubt myself because I gave myself to him – and we’ve agreed not to see each other again until Lola knows.
Luckily, she was out when I returned home yesterday.
I was able to disappear into my room and pretend we didn’t have to do it.
But it’s lunchtime now, almost time.
It’s difficult to think about yesterday without letting a smile touch my face. The sex was better than I ever could’ve imagined. There were brief moments of discomfort at his size, but then it was like our bodies took over.
Our lust took over, and we couldn’t freaking stop.
Now it’s like I can feel our baby in my belly, already growing.
Lola’s brother or sister.
I flinch when Lola knocks on my door.
“Yes,” I call, my voice croaking.
She pushes the door open, a frown on her face.
When she folds her arms, her countless bracelets make a jingle-jangle noise, drawing me back to so many teenage memories I almost weep.
“So what’s this about, Faye?”
I swallow, attempting to turn away, but she stares at me like she has countless times before. It’s her don’t-you-dare-lie-to-me face.
“I think we should wait until Felix is here,” I say softly.
Even now, parts of my thoughts tick away in the background, remembering what it felt like to have his unbelievably big manhood inside of me, pushing deep and hard, making my insides stretch in the best, most tantalizing way ever.
Stop, I silently scream at myself.
“It doesn’t take a genius,” Lola mutters, walking into the bedroom.
Her tone is difficult to place. I normally think I’m pretty good at reading her, but it’s like she’s hiding her emotions with a neutral exterior.
The frown has gone, replaced with a look of calm or near-calm. But she can’t hide her mood completely, not from me.
“To figure out what’s going on here, I mean,” she says, pausing at the edge of the bed.
I look up at her, my heart fluttering far too quickly, knowing the moment’s coming soon.
Where my worst nightmare comes true.
Lola will hate me, turn away from me, and never want to see me again.
She’ll force Felix to choose…and what other choice could he possibly make except to choose his daughter?
But after we made love, during the car ride home, he told me several times…Finally, he said he could never let me go. He said he couldn’t even think about this not working out.
“You both want to see me,” she says. “And you’re both acting weird.”