Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 42(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 28(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 42(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 28(@300wpm)
We are barely in the door before I am on her.
“Fuck, why are you so beautiful?”
“God made me this way,” she says sassily.
“Yes, He did,” I agree.
Pulling her as close to me as possible, I kiss her. She moans and slowly pulls her dress up her long legs. Fuck, this dress should be a crime. With my lips still on hers, I lift her against the front door. She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls her tiny panties to the side. I can see how wet she is. I groan as I suck on her neck, biting her gently. With one arm, I hold her up. Reaching between us, I open my slacks and pull them along with my boxers down just enough to slide into her. Slowly. I tease her. In and out. Over and over.
“Faster,” she demands.
I push into her harder and faster, her back slamming against the door so loudly, I have to be hurting her, so I turn to put my back against the door instead. Using the door as leverage, she meets me thrust for thrust as I drive into her.
This is what I knew was possible between, this love, this lust, this passion.
Nothing else matters but us.
EPILOGUE
JENNA
Six Months Later
I love being pregnant. I’m four months along today, and I love everything about it. I’m over the morning sickness and moved right into the horny all the time phase, so like I said, I’m loving it, and so is Dare. He can’t get enough of me, and I know that I’ll never get enough of him. We’ll be in our eighties, breaking hips just to get at each other.
“Are you ready to go?” he asks, me as put in my earring while stepping into my heels. Migan Jorgensen designed this dress and I look amazing if I do say so myself. It’s the first time I’ve worn anything by her but it won’t be the last. She has this ability to make anyone look fantastic and that’s hard to do.
“Yep. I’m so excited,” I say, laughing. This is my first nomination that either kids or teens didn’t decide on. My peers did this and that’s a high honor.
“Wow, babe, you look gorgeous,” he says coming up behind me. In the mirror, I watch as he places his hand on my belly.
“Thank you, you look handsome yourself.”
“Let’s go, so we can get back here and I can peel you out of that dress.” He takes my hand and leads me out of the house and into the limo.
“Why do we have to wait that long?” I ask once the car is in motion. I even pull my dress up just enough so that he can see that have no panties on. I run my fingers through my wetness and moan when he grabs my wrist to stop me.
“God damn it, Jenna. Why do you do this to me?” he asks, but I know he wants me. His cock is straining in his tux. I smile.
“Because I love you and I need you.”
“Fuck.” That one word is all I need. I reach for him, but he’s already undoing his pants, so I hitch my dress up higher and straddle him. I slide down on his hard length slowly, torturing both of us. He feels so fucking good inside of me. I was made for him; I just know it. The last year with him has been over the top, amazing.
“Don’t touch me,” I keen as I bounce up and down on him. His big hands have a tendency to rip whatever I have on, and while normally I’d love that, I can’t show up to the biggest award show of the year with a ripped dress and fucked up hair.
“I have to,” he growls, putting his hands under my dress and squeezing my ass. “It’s not enough, but it will do for now.”
Leaning down, I kiss him as I come hard. I know he’d be pissed as hell if the driver heard me coming.
“Wow,” I say after he fills me with his seed.
“I love you too, you know that don’t you?”
“Of course I do.”
“My cum is going to be running down your legs all night.”
“So what?” I ask, climbing off of him and righting my dress as best I can.
“What did I do to deserve you?”
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Adam and Evie texted; they are two cars behind us in line.”