Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“Holy shit, yes, Milo, I’m going to—” She split right then, before she could get the whole thought out, and she came apart in a flash of ecstasy that cracked through the room.
She writhed and rolled and whimpered, and she was groaning when I eased back, her breaths shallow when I lifted her hips higher.
“You want it?” I teased her with the head of my cock at her dripping entrance.
“I think we’ve established I want it. I want you.”
“Going to give it to you hard, Little Dove. Are you okay with that?”
Another spastic nod, and I held her by the front of the hips as I drove into her in one solid thrust.
She clawed and scratched at the bedding, harsh breaths rushing out as her cunt squeezed my cock in a needy fist. “Milo.”
“You good?” I gritted through clenched teeth because shit, I’d never felt anything half as perfect as this.
“Good. So good. A thousand times good.”
I pulled almost all the way out before I drove back in to the hilt.
Nearly lost my shit at the sight.
My dick buried in her body, her walls hugging me so tight I thought I might pass out.
I used her hips as leverage as I began to take her hard.
Our bodies banging with each jut of my hips.
I loved every needy sound that escaped from her as I pounded into her.
Tessa met every savage thrust.
Red hair wild and whipping around her, her pleas filling the lust-soaked air.
“Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
I slid my hand around her waist to her stomach, riding down so I could stroke her while I fucked her hard because whatever my girl wanted, I’d give her.
Friction sparked.
The energy whirled.
I needed her closer.
Needed more.
I jerked her up to her knees and plastered her back to my chest. My free hand came to her jaw, and I twisted her face toward me so I could devour her mouth.
I kissed her like mad as I thrust up into her, the fingers of my free hand strumming over her clit.
Every stroke ruthless.
Merciless.
I slowed my fingers when I could tell she was about to come.
“Please, oh my God, Milo. Don’t make me beg. Is that what you want? Me on my knees?” she whispered into the frantic kiss.
I had her picked up and spun around and pinned to the wall before she could comprehend the movement.
Her eyes were wild.
The air combustible.
I pushed back into her tight pussy, the words nothing but a groan as I grated, “No, Tessa, don’t you get it yet, baby? It’s you who owns me.”
In an instant, everything shifted around us.
Slowing.
Growing tight.
Intensifying.
This connection there was no use denying.
Tessa touched my face. Tenderness and care.
Slowly, I pulled out, then eased back in, and, on a long moan, she arched from the wall to meet me.
Our breaths were a tangle.
Our spirits meshed.
Eyes locked.
Everything chained.
I kept thrusting up into her while she rode me, her fingers burrowed into my shoulders as she rocked me into oblivion.
In this position, her clit rubbed over my cock with each pass.
My hand slipped to the curve of her face, and I could feel the emotion rising, cresting, overwhelming.
She nodded against my palm.
Like the two of us just knew.
And my mind flashed to my daughter’s words again.
You’ve got love, Dad.
Maybe it was right then that I understood I didn’t have only one chance at it.
It wasn’t in the past.
It wasn’t secondary.
And the words were rumbling out as Tessa held my gaze.
“I love you, Tessa. Fuck. I love you.”
We came like that, orgasms rending through us as every other place inside us was being torn apart.
Wave after wave of bliss.
A perfect, unending pleasure that wrote itself onto our souls.
Damage or not, it was done.
Gasping, my forehead dropped to hers as she clung to me, her breaths so sweet as she panted them at my neck.
When we’d come down, I pulled her from the wall and carried her into my bathroom that was lit by the glow of a light in the closet.
I set her onto the counter, and I knelt down in front of her so I could unfasten the buckles on her heels.
So I could cherish her.
Praise her.
Worship her the way I felt.
I kissed her ankle as I drew one heel off, then did the same to the other.
She lightly fluttered her fingers through my hair.
Love.
I dropped them both to the floor and had her back in my arms. I carried her to the shower, opened the door, and fumbled to turn on the showerhead, and I held her there until it warmed.
When steam began to fill the space, I stepped with her into the spray.
We washed each other.
Carefully.
Tenderly.
A new awareness thrumming in the atmosphere.
No words were needed.
It was just Tessa and me.
Love.
I turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, and I wrapped it around her before I had her back in my arms.