Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
She moans and nods her head.
I gently pull at her hair. “Fuck, unless you want a mouth full of cum, you’d better stop.”
But she doesn’t stop. If anything, she moans in approval, and it’s two more strokes before my hips start to jerk violently. There’s no stopping as I thrust in and out of her mouth. She takes it all, and when I’m completely spent, she pops off and swallows.
I pull her up the length of my body. She settles a knee on each side of my stomach and presses down into me.
I’m searching her face for any regret, but I don’t find any. All I see is a woman that needs to be satisfied. “You okay?”
She rubs her panty-covered pussy across my belly. “Yeah,” she answers in a groan.
I toss her off of me onto her back. I lift her shirt up and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her back arches off the bed as she runs her fingers through the hair at my nape. I can already feel my cock hardening, and I press my hips into the bed. It’s her turn now.
I suckle her other breast before kissing down her stomach. With one hand, I help her out of her bottoms and go straight for her pussy. All I’ve thought about since last night is that I need another taste of her, and this time I’m taking it by mouth. She’s wet and slippery as I gently push my finger inside her. I lick her sex in one big stroke. Already my chin is soaked with her juices, and I suck her clit into my mouth. She raises up, and I throw an arm over her waist to hold her down. Relentlessly, I eat her pussy, suckling her as if this is my last meal. Her hands are pulling at the bed sheets, and her hips are thrashing, but I don’t stop. I need her to feel what I feel. I need her to know it’s me that can make her body hum. I’m the one that she needs when she wants to get off.
She comes in an instant, her whole body stretching taut underneath me. I lap at her as tiny tremors rock through her. It’s not enough. I’m beginning to wonder if it will ever be.
I climb up her body and lie next to her, pulling her against me. She curls into me, and I lift my head to look at the clock. “I think this is the first time in years I’ve overslept.”
She asks me tiredly, “What time is it?”
I yawn loudly. “Eight.”
She lifts her head from my chest and turns to look at the clock. “Oh my God, I need to get dressed. G is probably already up.”
I lie in the bed with my hands behind my head and watch her run around. She’s bent over trying to find her shorts that I tossed, and I have a perfect view of her round ass. As if she’s just now realizing it, she bolts up straight. “Are you looking at me?”
I lean up on my elbows. “You’re naked from the waist down, wife. What else would I be looking at?”
She smiles softly at me even though she pulls her shorts on to cover herself. I turn to my side to watch her. “Don’t forget the fundraiser for wounded heroes is tonight.”
She raises up to look at me. “You want me to go with you to that?”
I laugh. “Yeah, of course I do.”
She shakes her head. “Lucas, that’s not really my thing. I mean, I won’t know anybody... What if I embarrass you or say something wrong? I should just stay here.”
I sit up in the bed and move to the edge. “No way, honey. First of all, you’ll know me, and I won’t leave your side.” I almost tell her that she’ll know Kelly, but from what I heard from Dwayne, it’s probably not in my best interest to mention she’ll be there. “Go with me, Bella. We’ll have a good time.”
She smirks and rolls her eyes. “You know I can’t tell you no.”
“You may not want to tell me that because I may use it to my advantage.”
She turns to go to the bathroom before looking over her shoulder at me. “I think you already have there, husband.”
She shuts the door behind her, and I fall back on the bed. I wait for the panic or feelings of overwhelm to settle in, and when it doesn’t, I begin to wonder if maybe, just maybe, Bella and I could really have something here.
Isabella
It’s been a rough day.
This morning was perfect, but as soon as I made it to G’s room, I knew something was off. She didn’t want to admit it, but she wasn’t faring well today. Her shortness of breath is getting worse, and she stayed in bed most of the day. I tried to convince her to let me take her in to the hospital to get checked out, but when she refused, I called in the doctor. She didn’t want me to call Lucas and his brothers or their dad, and so I paced back and forth while the doctor checked on her.