Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
One second, his cock is in my mouth, and the next, he’s on his knees in front of me. I don’t even have time to ask him anything because his hands are on my hips, twisting me to my knees before he shoves my head into the bed and then slams into me. “Nash,” I moan his name, gripping the covers, holding on as his balls hit my clit. His hands grip my hips as he drives into me over and over again. He hits my sweet spot every single time he slams into me.
“So wet for me,” he praises between clenched teeth and my head almost falls to the bed, but it stops once he takes one of his hands off my hips and grips my hair with it, pulling back and making my back arch. That’s all I need before I’m crying out his name over and over again. My pussy convulses on his cock. “That’s my fucking girl.”
“More,” I egg him on, “give me more.” Did he ever give me more. He releases my hair to grab my hips again. He slams into me a couple more times before I’m coming again, but then so is he. His thrusts don’t give up. He fucks me just as hard until there is nothing left inside him. His body falls on top of mine, his cock still buried inside me as he kisses my shoulder. “Now that is how everyone should wake up in the morning,” I say after my breathing returns to a normal pace.
“I’m going to go downstairs and start coffee,” Nash says, slipping out of me. “You want to have coffee in bed or downstairs?”
I watch him stand by the side of my bed, his cock at half-mast. “If you come back to bed, we’ll end up fucking again.”
“It’s called makeup sex for a reason.” He walks to the bathroom.
“It’s makeup sex, not whole-night sex.” I get out of bed and follow him to the bathroom.
“We’ve never actually been in this big of a fight before. Like we’ve had makeup sex before, but this was makeup, makeup sex.” He turns on the water before going over to grab a facecloth. “How was I supposed to know it was one time and not one night?” He kisses my shoulder before cleaning himself and sliding into a pair of boxers and going downstairs.
“That makes no sense at all.” I shake my head. “But somehow, I understood everything you said.” Reaching for my own rag, I clean myself off. I walk back into the room, grabbing one of his T-shirts to put on, and walking out of the room. The cat sits right in front of the door. “Good morning, princess.” I bend to pick up the cat. “Did we have fun exploring the house last night?” I ask her, walking down the steps to the kitchen where I hear cupboards being slammed. “Sounds like Daddy doesn’t know where anything is.” I kiss her neck, putting her down before walking into the laundry room to grab her water bowl, emptying it into the sink, and then giving her fresh water before putting some food into her bowl. “There you go,” I say before walking out of the room, and she follows me to the kitchen.
“There is nothing to make for breakfast,” he says over his shoulder, “so I ordered your favorite bagels.”
I walk beside him as he makes my matcha, going to grab a cup to make his coffee. We finish at the same time, and when I hand him his and he hands me mine, we smile at each other before he bends to kiss my lips. “I love you,” he whispers, and my stomach gets little butterflies.
“I love you back,” I say, bringing the cup to my mouth at the same time the doorbell rings. I don’t have a chance to ask him if he wants me to get it when he puts his cup on the counter and walks to the door, returning with a brown paper bag. I pull out a stool, and he does the same before handing me my bagel and opening his own. “We should talk a bit,” I suggest before I take a bite of my bagel.
“We should,” he agrees. “Now that we got the whole, we love each other thing out of the way, I feel better.”
“Same.” I smile at him. “But I’m going to start by saying we are scrapping the ninety-day thing.” He nods. “We should discuss where we’re going to live.”
“If you want to move to New York, I’ll see what I can do.” I look over at him, and this is one of the reasons I love him.
“No.” I shake my head. “I like California, and besides, I can always travel back here if I miss it.”