Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Alex, please,” she pants as she rubs me from root to tip, running her thumb over the precome that is already gathering at the top. “Make love to me.”
“Oh, mami. I’ve only ever made love to you,” I tell her, cupping her neck. “Even when I was fucking you, it was with all the love in my heart.”
Her watery gaze locks with mine as she guides me into her, and we both groan as I settle deep inside her. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I’m lost for her as I brace my hands beside her head and pull back out ever so slowly. “Me too. I was just fighting it.”
“I know, but I won,” I say with a wink, thrusting deep inside her.
Her moan is loud and has me breathless. “I love when you win.”
“Only for you, mi sol. Only you.”
I pull down the top of her dress, cupping one breast as I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She lifts her hips, and I go deeper as I thrust into her, feeling drunk off her. I capture her mouth, kissing her hard as I continue to move in and out of her with almost brutal need. Her pussy squeezes my cock, and stars dance before my eyes.
I pull away from her sweet mouth, rising up on my knees before I capture her hips and piston into her. She thrashes beneath me, my name a chant on her lips as I disappear into her. Her pussy strangles my cock when she comes, and I’m right there with her. Filling her deeply and fully with my come as I continue to thrust into her, riding out my orgasm. She cups my face, dragging her thumb along my bottom lip as we both fight for breath, and I gaze down at her in a pussy-drunk state. She throbs around my cock as our gazes lock, and a slow grin slides across her lips.
I smile back as she whispers, “I never thought the first time I said I love you, you wouldn’t say it back.”
I can’t help but chuckle as I roll us over so that we’re on our sides, facing each other. I hook her leg over my hip so I can stay inside her. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was my favorite place to be. I’d live like this if she’d let me.
“I don’t have to say it. You know it’s true,” I say, cupping her throat in my hand. “You feel it everywhere, don’t you?”
“I do. I think I always did.” Her eyes are bright, though hooded. She leans in, pressing her lips to mine but not kissing me. “I love you, Alex.”
My heart sings for this woman. I cup her jaw, peppering kisses along her lips before I whisper back, “I love you. For the rest of my existence.”
Her lips curve against mine, and she whispers, “And beyond that.”
I nod, my nose moving against hers, and I know I’m fully and utterly hers.
CHAPTER 33
Elliot
I’m a ball of nerves.
But not in the sense that I was two months ago.
So much has changed.
“Well, we are no longer worried about the size of the baby, that’s for sure.”
Dr. Riley can say that again. I went from a cute little semi-flat stomach to looking like my son is stretching out his arms and legs fully with no cares that there is not enough room for him to do that. I went from not looking pregnant…to one look at me, and people are worried my water might break.
My back hurts, my feet are swollen, I have stretch marks galore, my boobs are heavy, I’m hot, tired, and feel like I may topple over, but I am the happiest I’ve ever been.
Alex’s fingers dance along my swollen, shiny stomach as he grins down at me. He’s let his hair grow out a bit on his jaw, no longer groomed and tidy. He looks all rough and sexy, and of course, my overactive libido is ignoring the fact that I’m as big as a whale and all I can do is lie there as he blows my ever-loving mind.
Not that he’s complaining.
No, he eats me out and grins as I come, smug as a bug in a rug.
Bastard.
Oh, how I love him. More than I ever thought possible. I always knew he was dangerous. I knew deep in my soul that if I allowed myself, I’d fall so hard there would be no coming out of the love haze around him. But knowing it and experiencing it are two different things. He completes me. He reads my body like it’s his. I never knew I needed that. Someone to see when I’m about to spiral and catch me before I fall.
While the meds are helping and the intrusive thoughts aren’t as bad, I still get overwhelmed. I still feel everything in a big way, and Alex loves me through it. He reassures me. He kisses me when I think I don’t want kisses. He holds me when I want to be left alone. He dresses me when the simple act of putting my head in a shirt becomes too much.