Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
“Kent.”
“I already know, baby.” She didn't have to tell me she’s a virgin. I’ve felt her tightness. Innocence is always in her eyes. “I love you.” I say as I push the rest of the way into her, breaking through her virginity and claiming her as mine and mine alone.
I take her mouth in a kiss to muffle the cry. I dig my fingers into the sheets, trying to keep control and not rut into her like an animal. She starts to relax after a moment. Her tongue meets mine. When she lifts her hips, trying to get more of me, I know she’s ready.
“I’m so full.” I release her mouth as I pull out of her. “It’s like you’re everywhere.”
“Good. If I could, I would cover every inch of you.”
She lets out another loud moan, loving my words.
I start to move faster. The sounds of her soft moans fill the room. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I’m not sure I can last much longer. It’s heaven inside of her. My balls are already drawing up, wanting to explode every last drop of my seed into her.
I slip my hands between us, finding her clit.
“Need you to come for me.” I rub her clit fast, applying more pressure. “Show me how much you want this.”
“I want it,” she shouts as she starts to come undone for me. I keep thrusting my release, spilling inside of her. I’ll never get enough of her.
She’s all mine now. And nothing or no one will ever change that.
7
Kimmy
“Hmm.” I moan as Kent nuzzles my neck. I have no idea how long we’ve been in bed, and I really don’t give a crap. I could stay right here in his arms forever.
“I need to feed you.” He nips my neck.
“Always taking care of me.”
“Proving to you that I’ll be a good husband.” My breath hitches. “Don’t act surprised. We both know where this is going. How many times did I come in you? I’m guessing you’re not on anything, are you?” His hold on me tightens for a moment.
“Oh crap.” How did I not even think about that? I wait for panic to come, but it doesn't. I should be freaking out. I’m still in college. I have big plans for my future.
“We might be doing stuff out of order, but I promise you that you’re still going to have it all.”
I roll over to face him. “You’re such a good man.” I run my finger down his jaw. “I think I’ll let you marry me.” He lets out a deep chuckle. “What are you laughing at?”
“You being cute, thinking you had a choice in the matter.” I try to glare at him, but I can't. I'm too freaking happy to do anything but smile. “Don’t move.” He rolls over, opening the nightstand drawer. I gasp when I see him pull out a blue box.
“You already have a ring?” I sit up, pulling the sheet around my naked body.
“Yeah. Ma sent it to me.”
“Your mom?” I ask curiously as he opens the box to reveal the vintage ring inside. It’s breathtaking. There is a giant rectangular shaped diamond in the center with a halo of smaller diamonds all around it.
“It’s beautiful. It’s a family heirloom?”
“Started with my great-great-grandmother on my father’s side.” He pulls the ring out of the box.
“Your mom just gave it to you? I haven't even met your parents yet.”
“Like I said. We’re doing things a little out of order.” He slips the ring on my finger. “They’ll love you. I can promise you that. When I told them I found the girl I was going to marry, my mom didn’t hesitate. They know I wouldn't take something like this lightly. Not to mention I’ve never even mentioned a woman to them before.” I smile, looking down at the ring. It’s a perfect fit. I throw myself at him, kissing him deep.
“I love you.”
“Love you too, baby.” He lifts me off the bed, placing me on my feet. “Food.” He gives my ass a smack. I jump, heading into the bathroom.
I snag his shirt off the floor as I go to slip it on. By the time I get myself somewhat together, Kent has already started breakfast. My coffee sits on the counter waiting for me. It’s made exactly how I like it. I let out a small moan when I take a sip, causing Kent to give me a heated look.
“I could get used to this.” I slide into one of the high-top chairs to watch my man cook. The only thing he’s got on is a pair of sweatpants that hang low on his waist. I wiggle in my seat, thinking about how good he looks. I’m still a bit sore but not enough to keep me from going another round.