Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
She locks her legs around my waist. I grasp her ass as I pound into her. Lifting, I look down to watch her fall apart. This feels like a dream.
“Baby, look at me,” I whisper.
Lynn
I shiver from the sound of his deep voice. It washes over me like the safety blanket I need. I look into his eyes and it’s like he reaches into me and takes my heart from my body. I can see his love and passion in his face.
“I love you,” he says.
I know he does. That’s the only reason I’m able to do this with him. The moment I ran into that house and heard his angry words, I knew this was all a mistake. I was wrong.
“I love you too,” I whimper.
He kisses me hard and passionately as he continues to roll his hips into me. Trevor is the only man I’ve ever known, but I don’t think any other could make me feel the way he does.
I cling to his shoulders and begin to rock my hips with his. His eyes roll back, then he throws his head back. I love the look of ecstasy that takes over his face.
He groans and lowers his face to capture my lips again. The music is still playing as a background track to our love making. I gasp when Trevor moves his lips to my ear and begins to repeat the words.
“I missed you. I love you. I only want you,” he says repeatedly as he makes love to me.
He laces our fingers together again and slides our connected hands above my head. I’ve never felt more connected to him. I’m so full, but that doesn’t matter.
I don’t ever want this to stop. My pussy is so wet, I can hear it over our panting, his murmured words, and the sound of the music. He begins to thrust harder and deeper.
I feel him swelling inside me. I tighten my hands against his as my body coils and my tummy drops. My chest is pounding, but I take him and hand myself over.
“Lynn,” he roars as he spills into me.
The way he roars my name has so much promise and meaning. It’s like he just gave a part of himself to me. Something he’s wanted me to have for so long. I expect him to fall over and pull me into him to cuddle, but he doesn’t soften at all.
Instead, he rolls onto his back and grabs my hips. I look down at his body and I’m in complete awe. Trevor is forty now, but his body looks fan-freaking-tastic. Like, where’s the body fat?
He grins at me and lifts until we’re face-to-face. I cup his face and kiss him as he guides me up and down on his length. I love his haircut and trimmed mustache and beard. It’s so sharp and attractive on him.
I brush my thumbs over his mustache, savoring the feel against my fingers. His eyes light up and he nips my thumb, pulling it into his mouth. Without warning, he begins to thrust up into me and pulls me down at the same time.
I throw my head back and start to scream in pleasure. He grunts and groans as my juices coat his shaft. Pulling my thumb free, I return my gaze to his.
He reaches for my hand and pulls my other fingers into his mouth. My thighs begin to shake and burn. I’m using muscles I haven’t used in years.
Suddenly, a loud slapping sound fills the air. I look at Trevor confused for a moment before the stinging of my ass registers. He looks at me, grinning around my fingers still in his mouth.
He slaps my ass again, hard. My pussy clenches around him as I moan in surprise. Damn, has he always been this sexy when slapping my ass?
“That’s for ever thinking those could be my words to you,” he says as I pull my hand from his mouth.
He slaps my ass twice more alternating cheeks. I look at him like he’s crazy. “That’s for not coming to me, and for blocking me.”
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him to kiss me deeply. If I said I wasn’t turned on, I’d be lying. He palms one of my breasts and rolls my nipple between his fingers, slapping my ass again with his other hand. I cry out as I begin to come all over him.
“Fuck,” I cry as I shake and convulse in his lap.
“That’s for taking so long to come home.” He places his hand over my heart. “You knew in here that I love you. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“You married someone else,” I murmur.
He gives me a stern look. “We’ll talk about that. I’m sorry about all of that, and I plan to make it all up to you for the rest of my life. I never meant for any of that to happen.”