Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“Forever,” he finished saying. I shifted so I could face him, looked into his dark eyes, and fell in love with him all over again. He cupped my cheek. “It means forever, Bailey.”
And as he pulled me in close and I got lost in the embrace, all I kept telling myself was that this was how my life was meant to go. This was who I was meant to be with.
He said he wouldn’t let me go. Well, I wouldn’t let him go either.
Chapter Nine
Gavin
I wrapped my arm around Bailey and held her even closer. She was sound asleep, her body naked, her warmth seeping right into me. I’d never felt contentment until I’d been with Bailey. For the first time in my life, I felt that as we laid in front of the fire all those years ago.
Now, I had her in my bed, my things surrounding her, my scent on her.
I slid my hand down in between her thighs, cupping her pussy. She was hot and warm, wet. It was a combination of her arousal and my cum. God, that turned me on. I’d just fucked her, drained my balls, and was stated, but I felt my shaft start to thicken once more. I knew I’d never get enough of her, and I had a feeling that as time went on, my emotions for her would only grow. Hell, I was in love with her, felt like it was love at first sight as I opened that door and looked into her big blue eyes.
I buried my face in the long strands of her dark hair and closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. She smelled so good. She smelled like mine.
“It feels good to lie next to you,” she murmured sleepily and snuggled against me even more, her back to my chest. She parted her thighs ever-so-slightly and moaned, my fingers brushing along her clit. “And that feels especially good too,” she whispered and turned her head, her eyes hooded not only from sleep but from her growing desire.
I could practically smell it saturating the air.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, lightly running my tongue along the seam of her mouth. And at the same time, I slowly slipped my fingers into the tight, hot depth of her pussy. Her inner muscles instantly clenched around the digits, and my hips bucked against her, my big shaft nestled between the cheeks of her ass. God, I was addicted to her, so fucking drunk off of everything that was Bailey that I felt crazed from my need.
But it wasn’t just sexual—it was protectiveness, possessiveness. I felt obsessive over her, and the very thought of a man looking at her, thinking they could have Bailey, pissed me off. This barbaric, animalistic side of me wanted to mark her, make it so every little asshole who looked in her direction knew she was mine, and if they fucked with her, I’d beat them until they were black and blue. I felt feral where Bailey was concerned.
I deepened the kiss, showing her with my body, with my lips and tongue, that she was forever mine.
I shifted so I was on top of her, used a knee to spread her legs open. She accepted me inside, let me settle between her thighs, let me place the tip of my dick at her entrance. I slid into her easily, slowly. And for the next hour, I made love to her, not rushing, nothing frantic about it. This was about ownership, about her having possession of every single inch of my body. She consumed me.
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips, and she opened wider for me, plunging her tongue in and out of my mouth. I greedily accepted it and gave her back tenfold.
“I love you too,” she said a second later, and I groaned, picking up my speed, unable to help myself.
I knew without a doubt this was how it would always be between us. And I fucking looked forward to spending the rest of my life with her.
* * *
Bailey
Was this real life? It didn’t seem like it. It felt like I was in this fantastical dream. But as I listened to the even, deep sound of Gavin breathing, felt his body heat cover me, I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
I’d finally gotten that happily ever after I wanted.
“This is perfect,” he said softly.
I couldn’t agree more.
“I want to stay like this forever, just you and me, nothing in our way.” Gavin’s voice was deep with sleep and post-lovemaking, and that was exactly what it had been. We might have fucked, but then after that, he’d made love to me nice and easy, slow and loving.
He had his hand right between my legs again, his palm covering my pussy. I liked it, liked that he was so proprietary toward me.