Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I raised my eyebrows.
“And after I've decided that they are trustworthy.” She frowned. “I will not lose you again.”
“You're my future wife, Zuri. I want you to be calm with this next job, to feel safe.”
“I'll want to talk to Marcelo about it too.”
I rolled my eyes, but her response was typical Zuri–cautious, thoughtful, always seeking to understand the full picture. “And will you force him to give me men?”
“Probably.” She laid down and rested her head against my chest. “You're my future husband and Carmen's father. You must remain safe no matter what.”
I wrapped my arms around her. “I love you, Zuri.”
“I love you too.”
In the softness of the bed, I felt a peace I hadn't known in a long time. The chaos of my past was a distant storm, and in its wake, a new path was emerging.
I picked up one of her soft dreadlocks and twisted it between my fingers. “I want to be more involved in Carmen's life, take her to daycare, make her breakfast, be a real part of it all.”
“You will.”
“We'll make it happen, Dante. Together.”
“Damn right we will.” I tenderly slipped away from her and got on her side.
She gave me an odd look. “What are you doing?”
I kissed her forehead, and then moved lower, brushing my lips against her neck. “What am I doing?”
“Yes.”
Chuckling, I leaned over her.
Our faces were inches apart.
The intensity in her gaze matched my own, and then I licked my lips. “It’s time for Round two.”
Chapter 23
Round Two
Our lips met in a passionate kiss, a fusion of desire and affection that deepened with every passing second. It was a kiss that spoke of our shared past, our present connection, and the future we were building together.
Zuri responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer.
“It's time for Round two.”
Her body relaxed. “Three.”
“Two.” I planted sweet kisses down her neck and continued to the gentle valley of her collarbone.
“Mmmhmm.”
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” My heart beat faster as I traveled lower, exploring the curves of her breasts with my fingertips.
With my other hand, I caressed the soft curve of her hip before making my way between her legs. “Are you sore?”
She parted her thighs willingly. “No.”
“You will be.” I thrust my fingers into her wet pussy.
“Ooo.” She shuddered as I increased my intensity.
Need burned through me.
Fuck.
I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and rose.
She widened her eyes.
Fast, I gripped her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach.
She shrieked, “Dante.”
“You think you can walk naked in front of me and bend over like I won't bend you over later, and fuck you hard?”
She chuckled. “I'm innocent until proven guilty.”
“The fuck you are.” I spanked her ass.
The yummy flesh jiggled.
I caressed that soft ass. “Get on all fours.”
Trembling, she obliged.
This new position allowed me full access to every inch of her body; something my hands and mouth were eager to explore.
Finally, I grasped the roundness of her hips for support as I thrust inside of her.
“Ahh!” She gasped as I filled her up and started thrusting in a rhythm that had us both groaning in pleasure. Her tight wet walls clung to me as I pushed deeper and deeper. The sensation was too intense, overwhelming every single nerve in my body.
God, I want to stay inside of her forever.
“Dante!” she moaned, her body arching into me with each thrust.
I grabbed the back of her head, grasping onto tons of soft dreadlocks and slowed down my stroke. “How long is that probationary period again?”
“Your honor.” She moaned and then chuckled. “Opposing counsel is using overly unfair tactics to coerce the witness.”
“Fuck yeah. I am.” Grunting, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and slapped the thick heavy length against her ass, staining those cheeks with her own arousal. Those soft cushions jiggled from the impact.
I sneered. “You're so fucking wet.”
“Put it back in.”
“How long is the probationary period?”
She gazed over her shoulder. “I will consider decreasing to ten months with the proper orgasm.”
I rubbed my mushroomed tip along her pussy opening, rubbing it against the sensitive area. “Six months.”
Moaning, she shivered. “Eight.”
I used my free hand to play with her clit. “Seven.”
“Oh, fuck, Dante.” She rubbed her pussy against my fingers.
“Seven?”
“Damn it. Just fuck me.”
I moved my fingers and licked them. “Seven?”
“Seven and a half.”
“Deal.” I drove my cock back into her, pushing even deeper into her body.
“Oh!” she screamed out in pleasure.
My hips moved in a steady rhythm.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the room.
She lifted her pelvis, meeting me thrust for thrust.
I took in that lovely sight. “Yes, baby. Just like that.”
“Oh. Oh.” She dug her fingers into the bed.
With each movement, more sensation cascaded across my skin and down to my soul until it was almost too much to bear.
Pleasure built up.
It was an intense wave of euphoria, threatening to explode and shatter me into pieces.