Mine to Cherish (Southern Wedding #3) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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“I need you to move faster,” she declares, looking back at me. “And I need to…” She closes her eyes as I move my fingers faster than before. Her hand even stops moving, and as much as I love having her mouth on my cock, I love making her come more. I slip my fingers out of her, and she groans but not for long. “Luke.”

“I know.” I turn her over to her back and place my knees beside her, my cock next to her mouth. “But like this.” I reach down, and my two middle fingers disappear inside her. “I get to finger fuck you and…” I bend down, taking a nipple in my mouth, knowing that the two together will set her off like a firecracker.

“Fuck,” she says, lifting her hips off the bed and trying to get me to go faster. “Stop torturing me.” Her hand comes up to take my cock in it. “Or else I’m going to just take what I want.”

“Oh, yeah?” I look up at her, my fingers moving in and out of her, and she’s getting so wet. “And what are you going to do about it?” I move to the other nipple and bite down on it.

“Need more,” she says breathlessly. “Need more.” She lets go of my cock, and she moves at record speed. She sits up and pushes me down. I’m in shock, thinking maybe she changed her mind, but instead, she throws her leg over my hips and impales herself on my cock. “Yes,” she cheers, and she rides my cock hard and fast. “That’s what I need,” she says with reckless abandonment and rides my cock. I let her set the pace, my hands on her tits rolling and pinching her nipples. Her pussy starts to tighten around my cock, and my balls get tight.

“I’m there,” I share, and she closes her eyes as she moves up and down faster and faster. “Come on my cock,” I say, and she nods her head, the words all stuck in her throat. “You wanted my cock, so I gave you my cock. Now come on it.” I pinch both nipples at the same time, and it’s what she needs to go over the edge.

“Yes,” she says, over and over again, and my cock just explodes in her. She collapses on my chest and buries her face in my neck. My hands wrap around her. “That was what I needed.” She kisses my neck softly. “Did you…?” She lifts her head.

“At the same time,” I say, and she smirks at me.

“So, who won?” she asks, and I can’t help but laugh.

“My cock is in you, so I think we can say we both won.” I kiss her and turn her over on her back, and this time, I’m the one who fucks her.

I open my eyes for a second, the sun creeping into the room, before closing them again. I reach out my arm for Clarabella, but it comes up empty. My eyes fly open as I look at the side of the bed where she fell asleep. The pillow is still indented from her head as I get up on my elbow and look around the room. The covers are around my waist. “Clarabella?” I call her name, wondering if she is in the bathroom. I wait a couple of seconds to see if I hear any movement before I flip the covers off me, stand, and call her name again. “Clarabella.” I grab my boxers and slip them on, but I have this dread in me that she left. My heart starts to go crazy in my chest, and my mouth feels like there is sand in it as I try to swallow. I rush out of the bedroom, looking around the empty cabin. The front door is open, and I can see her sitting down with the shirt I was wearing last night. She looks out into the trees, not moving. I look over to the kitchen and see that she started coffee.

My feet move before my head, and she looks over her shoulder. “Hey,” I say, and my heart sinks when she doesn’t look at me. Instead, she turns her head and just continues staring out into the horizon.

“I made coffee,” she says loudly, and I turn to walk to the coffee machine before going out to her. The whole time I’m psyching myself, looking over at my shoulder to make sure she doesn’t take off.

I fill up my white cup with the black coffee and turn to walk back outside, sitting right next to her. The birds chirping in the trees has her looking up. “It’s so peaceful here,” she notes. I bring the cup to my lips, trying to calm down that she hasn’t looked over at me. Her hair is wild from the shower we took last night and from pulling it most of the night afterward. She takes a sip of her coffee, and fuck, if she isn’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The only thing that I can think of is boy, did I mess up when I told her she was a mistake.


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