Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Helpless. Used.
But also, on the road to being properly satisfied as he makes me pleasure myself alongside him.
It feels like my racing heart is lodged in my throat, but it must not be because Milo slides his cock deep into that tight passage. I close my eyes and moan softly as he pushes deeper, my belly feeling fluttery as I get closer and closer to coming.
When my orgasm hits, it hits with startling intensity. I’m trapped beneath his weight so I try to arch off the bed, but I can’t move. The feeling of being ensnared makes the high that much more thrilling and I cry out sharply around Milo’s cock, my throat muscles working and vibrating around him as ecstatic pleasure erupts and flows over me like lava, singeing everything it touches and leaving my nerves a trembling mess.
“Christ,” Milo groans, shoving deep and gripping my hair tight in his fist. A thick stream of hot cum shoots down my throat. I take every bit of it, hungry for more. I don’t stop moaning. It’s raw and primal. It just feels so good to have him inside me, dominating me, using my body for his pleasure.
Milo pulls his cock out of my throat and wraps his hand around it, pumping the rest of his cum into my mouth. I open wide to catch all of it on my tongue, swallowing greedily when the last drop hits my lips.
His head lolls back and his body relaxes. He moves off me and collapses beside me on the mattress.
I lick my lips, wanting every last salty drop of his release, then I cuddle up close to him to bask in the post-orgasm high. “That was amazing. You’re amazing,” I tell him.
He cradles my head and pulls me in so he can kiss me on the forehead, then he locks his arms around my body and holds me snugly against him.
“I love you, Kennedy. I love you so fucking much it scares me.”
My muscles are still weak from coming, but I tighten my grip on him protectively. “I love you, too. You don’t have to be scared. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You promise?”
I nod, feeling so sleepy my eyes can’t stay open. “I promise.”
Chapter twenty-seven
Kennedy
Normal is a state that has felt so far out of reach, I feared I would never touch it again at certain points over these last few days. But when I wake up from my nap and head downstairs in time to help out with dinner, things feel normal again.
I love these meal times with the guys. It’s nice when everyone is gathered and comfortable, and I’m so grateful for the lack of tension in the air.
It seems like there are a lot of reasons tension could rob me of the comfort these meal time gatherings provide, but unlike me—about as sturdy and reliable as a wet noodle right now—the Granville men are pillars, setting aside petty squabbles and behaving like a family when it’s called for.
That’s so nice. I guess it’s probably nothing to them; it’s what they’re used to.
My mother has never set aside a petty grievance for anything once in her whole life, so it’s alien behavior to me, but I love it. I want to relocate to their planet.
Milo and I make dinner while Jet plays on his laptop at the island. Jonathan sits at the other side, messing around on his phone and periodically taking a break to make good-naturedly antagonistic comments about my bedhead or how well serving him suits me.
I don’t feel threatened by it today, though. I check in with Milo after the first comment, but he seems much more relaxed after our encounter upstairs.
I don’t know if it was messing around or just opening up and talking to each other that helped so much, but this thing between us feels less fragile than it has lately. He’s even flirting with me again which makes me immensely happy.
The sideways smiles, the sparkle that returns to his blue eyes. I’m happy again, let’s just see how long it lasts.
It makes me a bit fearful thinking about my intense mood swings. I hadn’t put much thought into it because I’ve been entirely preoccupied just keeping my head above water lately, but since I haven’t started my period yet, I am a bit worried there could be more contributing to my mood swings than just reacting to a trauma.
What if I’m pregnant with Jonathan’s baby?
I don’t know how soon pregnancy hormones start messing everything up.
I know Milo said we would deal with that if we had to, but God, I don’t want to put him through that. It’s bad enough he has to swallow me going to his son and letting him—actually asking him to—be my first. Jonathan fathering a baby he would have to raise is just too much to ask.