Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Thrusting faster and faster, my chest tightens as I hold my breath, and I force my eyes to stay on her. I want to see her react to me. I want to see the pleasure as she wears it on her skin with blushed cheeks and beads of sweat. I want to watch her nibble on her lip and her breathing become ragged.
Perri grinds up against my base as I drive my hips down. Her nails scrape up my back, and she digs them into the flesh of my shoulders. Lifting her head up, she bites the side of my neck and groans against my skin.
She's close, her body is shaking, her thighs are clenching around my sides, and her heels are digging into the back of my legs. She's a live wire, the electricity explosive as she throws her head back and her mouth drops open in a soundless moan.
Her pussy squeezes firmly around my shaft as I bang her with vigor. My balls pull up against my body as my cock twitches and I come inside her. Perri's body arches off the couch as she forces her head back into the cushion and her pussy pulses around me.
My body relaxes, falling on top of hers. Our chests are lifting in unison, the beats of our hearts are pumping at the same rhythm. I can feel her heart as it pounds against my chest, and we both look into each other's eyes.
Perri runs the tips of her fingers softly through my hair. They move gently down the back of my neck, and then back up into my hair. “I love you, Kent Hayes.”
“I love you too, Perri Dean.” Kissing her forehead, I smile. “I've loved you since the first time I met you. I didn't know it then, but I felt it. I could feel you in my heart, in my chest, and through my entire body.”
“Really?” she asks, her fingers still playing with my hair.
“Yes. I tried to ignore it, I did my best to pretend like it wasn't there, but it never went away. I realized that the second you walked into the yard my first day here. I need you, Perri. I won't ignore it anymore.”
Perri cups my cheeks and throws her lips onto mine. She kisses me like she wants to drink my words. I can feel her love in her lips, in the way her fingers hold my face and her tongue sweeps across my mouth.
I love this woman.
And no one, not even her father, will ever get between us.
Because life without her isn't living. I need her to feel alive. To breathe, to be happy, to find joy in the little things.
I want to build a life with her. White picket fence, kids, the entire package. Because when you meet the right person, you just know. Life can't happen without them in it.
I'm never letting her go. She's too amazing to let her slip away.
I'll always make sure she knows how incredible she is.
9
Perri
I'm hit with icy cold water. It's so cold it burns my skin and makes me inhale a short, quick gasp of air.
Shooting upright in the bed, I start coughing, and trying to focus my eyes. I'm so confused. What the hell is going on?
Rubbing my eyes, I wipe my hands over my face, and try to grasp what's happening.
“Get the hell up.”
My dad's here. . .
Opening my eyes wide, the realization finally sets in.
“Dad!” I yell, jumping out of the bed and wrapping myself in the sheet. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here?”
Kent pushes up in the bed, and yawns. Blinking his eyes open, he holds out a hand. “Bryce, calm down—”
“Don’t you tell me to calm down,” he snarls, pointing a firm finger at Kent. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” His eyes pop open wide, teeth clenching tight as his words slither out full of rage. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Dad, please, we're all adults here, we can talk about this.”
“Talk about this!” His eyes jump to mine, and his nostrils flare wide. “No, no, no, we're not going to talk about anything. You're fired! I want you out! I want you both gone!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Kent quickly says, holding up open hands. “Bryce, you're overreacting.” Kent takes a few steps forward as my father turns to face him. “I didn't plan this, neither one of us meant for this to happen, but it did.”
My father's lips thin as his eyes turn to slits. His hands are at his sides, fists tight, knuckles white. I take a step back, fussing with my bottom lip as I stand in silence.
This is bigger than me. I am the catalyst for this moment, for this bull fight. My heart is racing in my chest and I can feel the sweat as it beads up across my forehead. This isn't good. This isn't how I wanted my father to find out about us.