Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
She swallowed hard, and unshed tears started to well in her eyes.
When one dropped over, I caught it with the pad of my thumb, then brought it to my mouth.
Her smile wobbled, and another slipped free.
“You did?” she finally asked.
“I did,” I confirmed. “I thought that I loved my ex-wife. But what I felt for her, and what I feel for you, are two different things.” I paused. “Something like this… I don’t think it’s healthy. I can’t promise that I won’t make this bad. Make this to where I’m practically smothering you with my intensity. But I’ll try not to run you over with my emotions.”
She smiled, moving down until her breasts were smashed up against my chest, and her mouth was only a few inches from mine.
“I can handle anything you try to throw at me, Wake Westfield,” she challenged me.
I grinned, then flipped us so fast that she emitted a startled squeak.
“Anything?” I asked, lining my cock up with her entrance by feel alone.
Her eyes were wide with wonder when she said, “Anything.”
I slid inside of her, groaning at the tight heat that she surrounded me with.
Her leg went up to allow me to go deeper, and I used that to my advantage and practically shoved it to her chest, pinning it between us.
Our eyes stayed locked together as I slowly took her in measured thrusts, trying to get her to where she needed before I started to take my own.
But the way she was looking at me, and the way she was practically squeezing me to death, had me seeing stars before I was ready.
“Touch yourself.” I leaned back. “Make yourself come.”
I went back onto my knees, lifting her hips with my hands, and practically offering her up as a sacrifice as I slowed my pace even more.
She went to work on herself, and it was the sexiest thing in the world. Her hands between her thighs, circling her clit. Her head thrown back as she searched for something that was just out of reach. Her heels were dug into the bed, adding support to her hips to put herself in the perfect position for my thrusts. Tits were shaking and quivering with each thrust of my hips into hers.
But the best part of it all? Knowing that all of that was mine.
Just the idea… the thought of knowing that she was mine and no one else’s… that was all it took for me to lose sight of what I was doing.
The come bubbled in my balls and started to send a shooting spark down my spine.
One second, I was holding on by the skin of my teeth, and the next I was coming, shooting everything I had to give inside of her beautiful pussy. Filling her up so full that it started spilling out the sides.
I groaned and threw my head back, my hands digging deep into her knees.
She cried out, her body going rock solid, as her legs practically gripped me and didn’t let go.
She, thankfully, followed right behind me.
“Ahhh!” she cried out. “Yes!”
She collapsed onto the bed, wrung out and panting, staring at the ceiling as if it held some cosmic answer to what ailed her.
I grinned down at her, bending forward so that I was hovering just over the top of her.
A bead of sweat ran down my forehead, down my chin, and farther onto my neck before dropping right between her breasts.
Another one shortly followed.
She opened her eyes then, baby blue gaze staring right at me, and said, “I can’t decide if that’s hot as fuck, or gross.”
I grinned. “Trade you my bodily fluids for yours.”
She gagged, laughed, then patted my thigh. “Normally, I would lie here and bask in the pleasantness, but we have to get home to cook. I told Danyetta I would cover dinner with everyone because she has some stuff to deal with at the restaurant.”
“And let me guess, Aodhan is going with her?” I reached for the towel, handed it to her, then helped her disengage from me before watching her waddle to the bathroom.
I got up, cleaned myself up with another towel I found in the closet, shrugged my clothes back on, and then found hers.
She was just returning from her clean-up when I handed her her clothes.
I was pulling away when she caught one of my fingers, holding it tight.
I looked at her with a raised brow, and she said, “Don’t break my heart, Wake Westfield. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
I laughed right there in her face. “Don’t worry, Dutch Westfield. I’m too old to be breaking hearts anymore. I just want to love you. Not break you.” I paused. “Unless it’s in the bedroom. Because there I might not be as gentle with you as you want.”
She winked at me, then reached for her shirt before placing the rest on the counter.