Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Her eyes soften and her cheeks get a little red, and looking up at me, seeing her face, I know that there will never be a single woman in this world that’ll ever mean more to me than the woman standing right in front of me. The woman I love with my entire fucking soul.
“I love you, Briella. Know that.”
“I love you, too, Flick,” she whispers back. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
“You can make it up to me ...”
“Oh yeah?” she smiles slyly. “How can I do that?”
“By finishing what we started earlier.”
“Ohhh, that.”
“Yeah.” I grin. “That.”
She puts her hands to my chest and pushes me backward until I hit the desk. “I guess it’s my turn to return the favor, huh?”
She drops to her knees and I stare down, watching her with the kind of fascination that I can feel to my fucking core. I watch her undo my jeans, I watch her slide them down, I watch her free my already hard cock and wrap her pretty little hand around it. Then I watch her close her mouth around the tip and suck. She starts off slow, sliding her mouth up and down, taking only the head into the warm depths. I growl and my fingers tangle into her hair.
Then she starts going lower and lower, her hands cupping my balls, her mouth consuming my cock. It kills me to know that she has gotten so much better at this over the years, and the idea of someone else’s cock being in her mouth makes me wild with anger, but knowing she’s mine now makes it a little easier to deal with.
“Keep sucking, baby,” I growl, tightening my fingers in her hair and pulling her down so she’s taking my entire length. She gags a little, and it only makes me harder. I thrust my hips, making her whimper with pleasure or pain, I don’t know, but she doesn’t stop. She sucks my dick like a fucking warrior, her hands roll my balls around, and then one frees itself to curl around my shaft where she starts to stroke.
Fucking magic.
Her mouth is fucking magic.
I growl as I feel my cum rising higher and higher. I want it on her. I want every drop of it on her face, soaking into her skin.
“I’m goin’ to cum all over your pretty fuckin’ face,” I rasp, jerking my hips in a frantic motion as she sucks harder and harder until I can’t take a single fucking second more.
I take her face in my hands, ripping my cock from her swollen lips. As she looks up at me, I unleash. Strand after strand of thick cum falls onto her face, and the sight is something that’ll forever make my dick hard when I think back on it. She looks like a fucking angel staring up at me, my release on her skin, her lips red and puffy, her eyes lusty.
I fucking love this girl.
From her head to her toes, inside and out.
She’s my god damned queen.
5
BRIELLA
I walk over to my sister’s grave and lean down, staring at her headstone. The headstone that is perfectly positioned next to Mom’s, the two of them forever resting in peace beside each other. A tear rolls down my cheek, followed by another, and then another. Until a flood of tears has me strangling back my sobs. It’s still so raw, so damned raw and sensitive. The fact that I’ll never see her again, never hear her laugh, never confide in her or tell her my secrets.
Movement beside me has me lifting my head, and I see a man kneeling at a grave a few headstones down. He looks to be about the same age as Alarick, maybe a little younger, and he’s staring at a headstone, his eyes scanning over it, his fingers occasionally going out to graze the words. I wonder who that is? Is it his wife? Maybe his sister or mother? A friend? A father? God, a child?
He looks up when he notices my eyes on him and, for a moment, our gazes lock. He stares at me, and I see he’s an incredibly good-looking man. Dark blond hair atop his head, messy and curling at the ends. Eyes that are almost yellow, because they’re not quite green and not quite brown. He has a thick beard on his face and is wearing a tight black tee and a pair of jeans.
To look at, he’s very appealing.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” he says to me, nodding at the headstone. “Who are you here to visit?”
“My mom and my sister.”
“Both of them?” he says, standing and walking over. “I’m very sorry.”
“Yeah, me too. What about you?”
He stares at the headstones, and then says in a low tone, “My daughter.”
“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah, me too,” he repeats and then nods at the spot beside me and says, “Do you mind?”