Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I slide in a little more and although her arms are trying to pull free from my grip, her pussy is so fucking soft. When I slide in a little more her body tenses but I don’t stop. I feel her warm, wet pussy covering every new inch of my cock until I’m all the way inside her and her lips are pressed against me.
I have to hold myself still to keep from coming too quickly as I lie on top of her. I rest my weight on my elbows, pinning her body to the mattress as the feeling of ecstasy washes over me.
“Fuck,” I say softly and rub my nose against hers. “You’re mine now, Gemma.”
“Yours,” she echoes and she clenches around me.
When I feel her body relax once again I slowly begin to move. With each thrust back inside her warmth, my cock leaves a trail of cum to mark my path. I’m like Hansel and Gretel leaving bread crumbs so I don’t get lost. But there’s no way I could ever forget that this is my new home. All I needed was to feel her wrapped around me once and I knew I’d be finished.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask, and for a moment her eyes widen. She shakes her head just a bit and looks down to where we’re connected. “Good.”
“Good?” She raises her hips just a bit and I get harder thinking about the fact that we’re taking the chance on her getting pregnant.
“Good,” I repeat as I lean down and kiss her lips. “I’m not going anywhere so I want you bare.”
I want to nut inside her unprotected and see what happens. I’d love nothing more than to have a dozen babies with Gemma and thinking about her pregnant has me leaking more cum. She must like the idea, too, because her pussy tightens and gets wetter.
I kiss her again and I feel her hard nipples against my chest as I thrust harder. I feel her body respond as I go deeper and before I know it she’s coming around me. I hold myself still so I can feel every grip as she clings to me and finds her release. My cock swells and then I let go and allow myself what I’ve been so desperate for.
Waves of pleasure wash over me. Jets of cum shoot from my cock. I can feel her womb swell and leak as it takes all of the cum it can hold. It drips down in excess between us and the feel of our mingled passion around me is almost too much. I hold her close and bury my face in her neck while for the first time in my life I feel safe.
She’s always been my guiding star and the reason I work so hard. I’ve done everything in my power to build a life so that one day I could make her dreams come true. In this moment I feel like she saved me from all my fears and insecurities. As she holds me close and kisses my skin, I feel whole.
I close my eyes and roll us over so she’s lying across my chest. It’s not late, but this has been so long in the making that it’s like my body is finally at peace. Having her here with me is all that I dreamed it would be and more, and there’s still so much ahead of us.
Tomorrow I’ll show her everything, and then we can truly begin our forever.
Chapter Eleven
Gemma
“This is surreal.” I lick the syrup from my lips and watch as Bronx flips a pancake.
He’s standing in the small kitchen wearing nothing but his boxer briefs that cut low across his ass, not only showing off all the hard lines of the muscles he has from years of manual labor but my image inked on his skin. I’d pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming but I can still feel him on me. The throb between my legs from our lovemaking is still there and I don’t think it will be leaving any time soon. Was that lovemaking or fucking? I think it was everything rolled into one after years of pent-up longing and need finally getting released.
“Eat,” Bronx tells me as he looks over his shoulder. I forgot about my food and I reluctantly pull my eyes from him and take another bite.
“I didn't know you could cook,” I say before taking another giant bite of the fluffy goodness.
I always cooked for Dad and me, and Bronx often joined us for meals or I’d take them down to him at the shop. That stopped when Dad died. At first I was drowning in grief, but as I started to heal I never went back to it; I just stopped doing it. Maybe I was putting distance between us too.