Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Ripping my lips from hers, I leaned up on my knees and gripped her shirt, ripping it open, the buttons popping everywhere. She wiggled out of it the rest of the way, and I tossed it aside before reaching beneath her and pulling her bra off, tossing it somewhere random, too.
“Fuck, you are perfect,” I rasped, lowering my head. I took one of her pretty, rosy nipples into my mouth, suckling at it before I gently sank my teeth into the tender nub. She cried out, her back arching, her thighs squeezing my hips. Then, I lashed my tongue over the sensitive bud before doing the same to her other.
“Need this off,” she panted, shoving at my cut with one hand and tugging at my shirt with the other.
Grinning, I sat up again and shrugged my cut off, tossing it to the foot of the bed before peeling my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor with her things. She wistfully sighed and slid her soft palms over my tatted chest and stomach.
While she was distracted by my body, I unsnapped her slacks and began tugging them down her legs. She helped me by lifting her sweet ass into the air, and I took that opportunity to yank her panties down with them. Her hands moved lower, and she unfastened my belt and then unsnapped my jeans before shoving them down with her feet. I yanked her slacks off completely, and she spread her thighs apart for me, baring her pretty pussy to my eyes.
“Fuck, Red,” I growled, my dick jerking.
She just shot me a coy smile, and once my jeans and briefs were kicked off, she wrapped her hands around the back of her knees and pulled her legs further apart and back, giving me everything I fucking wanted.
I flattened my body to the bed and then dove in, feasting on her like I hadn’t eaten in weeks. I lashed my tongue at her clit, sliding two fingers into her, spreading her wide. She moaned and writhed on the mattress, whimpering my name. Her body trembled as she began to come, and I greedily drank from her, the scent of her arousal spreading through the room like the sweetest perfume.
I never wanted to smell anything different for the rest of my life.
She cried out, her back bowing off the bed as she came. I moved my body over hers and grabbed my cock in my hand. As soon as I was aligned with her entrance, I pushed into her. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and met me thrust for thrust, just as hungry for me as I was for her.
“I love you,” I rumbled. I gripped her hair in my hand and yanked her head back. Her eyes snapped open, her kiss-swollen lips parting. “I fucking love you, Red.”
Tears washed in her eyes. “I love you, too, Johnston,” she croaked.
I kissed her again—so hard that I tasted her blood on my tongue. But it seemed to only unlock something within her because she flipped us over and began to ride me, her palms flat on my chest. I gripped her hips, thrusting up into her, making sure to bump her clit every time.
She fell apart around me, her head falling back on her shoulders, those luscious, red curls spilling down her creamy back as her walls began to milk me for all I was worth.
“Red!” I roared, shooting deep inside of her. I yanked her body down to mine, pumping my hips until I was spent. Then, held her tight to me until her trembling eased.
“I need a nap,” she whispered a few minutes later, yawning right after.
I gently rolled her to the side before easing out of her. My cum spilled out of her, leaking onto her thighs. Pride swelled in my chest at the sight.
This woman was all fucking mine.
“Let me get you cleaned up.”
She yawned again and nodded, her eyes already closed. I quickly strode to the bathroom, and after grabbing a damp wash cloth, I headed back into the room, gently spreading her legs so I could clean her up. Then, I pressed a kiss to the scar on her abdomen. Her fingers lightly sifted through my hair in a tender response that spoke volumes.
“Get some rest,” I whispered, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to her lips.
She nodded, already slipping into sleep.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Aaliyah
Johnston was passed out on his back, one arm thrown over his head, his other arm over his stomach. After the hot sex we had yesterday and the small nap I took, we joined the party going on in celebration of Wendy getting sentenced to prison. I drank too much, and I was pretty sure Johnston did, too.
It was honestly a miracle that my head didn’t feel like it was splitting open.