Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Standing at the end, clothed in darkness, he looks ready for anything. Slowly, he walks across the room, switching on the light. His bedroom is simple, like a barracks, with a few photos of him and Ryan, Dad, and other Titans on the wall.
“This place could use a lady’s touch,” I say when he returns to the bed.
He smirks, leaning down. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Kai
I pull her overalls down her curvy body, revealing her hips since her white shirt is riding up. She has a few marks on her gorgeous hips as if previewing how her perfect body will respond when pregnant. It makes me even harder, somehow, my rock-hard dick leaking hot precome.
Once I’ve got her overalls completely off, I shudder, standing at the edge of the bed and looking down at her naked legs. She still has her socks on, her thick calves taking shape as she points her toes. It’s like nerves and lust are warring inside of her. I groan when I see a spot of wetness on her panties.
“Everything off,” I growl.
“That’s funny,” she says, with a cute, sassy head tilt. “I was just about to say the same thing.”
I smirk as I remove my jacket and pull my shirt over my head. She gets all excited. Her eyes open wide when she sees my bare torso. It’s a hot-as-fuck look that tells me how eager and ready her youthful body is.
My woman, my princess, my queen, my ride-or-die. I can’t refer to her as bitch, even in my thoughts. She’s my ride-or-die soulmate.
I strip naked, my cock springing free, precome glistening on the end. I only notice that because I follow her gaze. Her mouth opens, her chest rising and falling as she unclips her bra. A groan escapes me when her tits spill free, thick veins moving through them. I growl and leap onto the bed, taking one breast in my hand and sucking her nipple. I swirl my tongue around it, tasting her, as I bring my hand to her underwear with my other hand. She gasps when I roughly pull them down.
“I need your fucking pussy,” I snarl, then suck her eager nipple again.
I guide my hand to her sopping virgin entrance, rub her wetness from her hole to her clit and all over her swollen, eager lips. She’s talking to me wordlessly. Each moan and twitch in her hips tells me to keep going and give it to her with more passion. Pausing, I bring my hand to her mouth, leaning up to look properly at her. Her hair falls across the sheets, so messy and sexy, free from her ponytail.
“Suck,” I tell her. “Get me good and wet for your innocent little slit.”
“I won’t be innocent for long,” she whispers, then leans forward, sucking on my finger.
Seed burns up my shaft as I watch her bobbing her head up and down. I feel her soft lips on my finger.
“Good girl,” I growl, finally letting go of the darkness, the pain, the war.
There’s only my woman’s wet, needy hole and how she twitches and moans as I push my finger inside her. I lean back, giving me the perfect vantage point as she writhes from side to side, her hands clawing at the sheets.
“Rub those big tits instead,” I snarl. “But when you’re going to cream for me, you let them go. I want to watch them jiggle for me. Fuck, you’re so thick.”
I snap, losing control, leaning down and sucking her nipples almost aggressively. I massage and own and claim her tits, sucking her ripe fertile nipples, squeezing them gently so they get hard and excited for me. At the same time, I fuck her tight hole with my finger. I move faster and faster. In gunfights, sometimes, time loses all meaning. A split-second decision becomes years. I’ve never experienced that anywhere else except with my woman.
She gasps and moans as I own her nipples and her pussy at the same time. Finally, I lean back again. I can feel her walls quivering around my finger like they’re driving her closer and closer to the edge. I can see it in her fluttering eyelids, her mouth open as she gasps and whimpers.
“Keep your hands off your tits,” I tell her, staring at the way they shake, shimmering for me, her fleshy body, her perfect fullness.
I gasp as hot precome leaks out of me, a wave of it. For a second, I think I’ve come, wasting my seed, but I’m still rock-solid.
She moans as the orgasm squirts out of her eager hole. She soaks my finger, turning the gray sheets darker as wave after wave of lust spills out of her. She vibrates like a bike in overdrive, whimpering. Then she sits up and stares at me with her mouth wide open.