Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
While staring into her eyes, I buried my cock in her wet, tight pussy. She gasped, and I stilled, letting her get accustomed to my size, my girth. Her pussy muscles contracted around me, and I grunted.
I started pulling out and pushing back into her. I felt how wet she was getting for me, how she was losing control.
Just like me.
In and out. Faster. Harder. I fucked her good and thorough.
My heart raced. I wanted to come so badly, to give her that part of myself. I pushed in deep and stilled, feeling my muscles relax and contract. Her pussy milked me for my cum, and I grunted. I wasn’t going to last even if I wanted this to go on all damn night.
“I’m going to—” She mewled then came for me.
I started slamming in and out of her then, fucking her so we could both go over the edge together.
“Devon!” she cried out, her pussy rhythmically clenching around me.
I reached between us and started rubbing her clit.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Back and forth, I rubbed that little bundle of nerves until she dug her nails into my skin, tore at my flesh so the pleasure and pain coexisted. And when she tensed beneath me, moaning softly, her voice rising higher, I knew she was going over the edge once again.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned.
“Devon,” she cried out, and the sound of my name spilling from her lips had never sounded sweeter.
My orgasm rose up like a beast. Just before I came inside her, filling her up with my cum, I pulled out. I grabbed my cock and stroked my hand over my length, my balls drawn up tight. The pleasure consumed me, controlled me. My orgasm washed through me, claimed me. It was never-ending. It was uncontrollable.
I covered her smooth, flawless skin with my seed, white ropes of my desire painting her like a canvas and I was the artist.
I forced my eyes to stay open as I came. I needed to stare at her, to watch her, to make her see I was right here with her. And when the pleasure started to fade, only then did I collapse on top of her, breathing out, my chest rising and falling harshly, sweat covering my body.
Leila was mine. All mine.
I felt even more territorial of her now.
And when I rose up slightly, I looked into her face. For a long time, we didn’t speak, but nothing needed to be said.
“Devon,” she whispered, and everything in me clenched with need. “I’ve always been yours, Devon. Always.”
Pleasure slammed into me. This raw, powerful sound of need and desperation came from me almost violently.
It was primal.
I was primal.
“I can’t ever let you go, baby. I don’t have it in me. I’m far too selfish, far too obsessed with the love I have for you.” I pulled her in close and buried my nose in her hair, inhaling, groaning. “My life goal is to have you as mine always. Always, Leila.” I had never considered myself a gentle man, one who let his emotions consume him. But with Leila, she changed all that. But only for her. Only ever for her. “Knowing you love me has changed everything.”
She’d never know how deep my love for her ran, how it consumed me, shaped the person I was… made me crazed for more time with her.
We’d always been meant to be together, and I’d make sure that was always our reality, our future.
19
Devon
I held her. I never wanted to let her go. Tightening my arms around Leila, I felt the way her breathing changed to a more even pace, knew she would fall asleep within minutes.
Never in my life had I envisioned this would be the outcome. I sure as hell hoped for it many times over the years, fantasized about her being mine, but that was all it had been… a dream. But it wasn’t just wishful thinking anymore.
It was my reality.
It was ours.
“I really hope my parents didn’t hear us.” There was amusement in her voice, and I couldn’t help but smile. “I feel like I’m a teenager all over again, sneaking a boy into my room and praying my folks don’t hear.”
Although I obviously knew she’d been a virgin when we’d been together, the very thought of her having any boys in here at any point in her life had possessive jealousy moving through me. She must’ve sensed it, felt the tightening of my body, which was an involuntary reaction, because she shifted a little bit so she could look into my face.
I saw a little smirk curving her full, bow-like lips. “Does that make you jealous, thinking about me having boys down here?” The amusement and teasing lacing her voice had me leaning down and kissing her. I just couldn’t help myself.
“You know damn well it makes me jealous,” I growled but had a grin on my face. I pulled back, her scent enveloping me, this sweet, lemony aroma I’d never get enough of. Her face took on a somber expression, and she rested her head on my chest, her hand on my abdomen. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I noticed the change in her instantly. It was like a frigid blast surrounded us.