Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Rory is mine.
I was a stupid fuck, but I’ve had beauty taken away from me. I was a man who thought he lost everything. I’m not letting it go again.
I can’t.
I watch as she sucks me. Her hand at the base of my cock, her lips moving up and down, her tongue creating a torturous pleasure as she slides back and forth. It’s been so long. I can feel the heat gathering in my balls. The need to shoot my cum into her mouth and watch her swallow it down is so strong, it’s staggering.
But this is Rory.
This is the first time I’ve had her back in my bed—the first time she’s given herself to me since I hurt her—since I thought I had lost her… since I thought I lost everything. That means, I can’t let it go down that path. I need inside of her. I want to look into her eyes as I bury my cock deep into her, so deep that she can feel me even after I’m forced to leave. I want to paint the inside of her womb with my cum. I want to do it knowing that if we create life, that the past won’t be repeated. I want to give her my child freely and watch her grow round, knowing that the life I’ve always wanted is right there before me, even sweeter than the dream because it is with Rory.
I want all that and more.
“Rory, stop,” I moan, as she does something with her tongue against the head of my cock that causes my body to jerk and I can feel cum dripping out. I growl, biting down to keep from spilling my load and giving her what her eager little mouth is searching for. “Rory, Baby, you have to stop,” I grunt, so close to coming my body is trembling.
“No,” she growls around my cock, diving back down, sucking so hard that I swear I can see fucking stars. “Want your cum, Noah,” she cries, when I reach down, gathering her hair in my fist and holding her still. It’s almost too late, because I feel a small jet of cum release into her mouth and when she fucking purrs, the temptation to give into what we both want is so strong, it nearly does me in.
“I need inside of you, Gorgeous. I need it so fucking bad,” I groan.
When she moves back from me, going up on her knees to look at me, I waste no time. I push my pants down more than what they were, finally kicking them off of the bed. I raise up just enough to take my shirt off and when I look at Rory, she’s just staring at me, her eyes round with surprise. I don’t understand it until she reaches out and touches the scars on my stomach. She hasn’t seen them before. There were bandages in the hospital when she saw me and since then… she’s held herself back so much that I’ve never been around her without a shirt on. I look down as her fingers trail against the scars that were caused by the surgery and the bullets. It’s not pretty, but they haven’t bothered me. To me they are a symbol that I will fight no matter what, for what is important—for my family.
“Noah,” she whispers her face tortured as she turns those green eyes to me. They’re sparkling with tears that want released, but she’s refusing to shed. “Noah,” she whispers again.
“It’s in the past, Rory. We have now. I need you,” I respond, reminding her that we have here and now. I can’t go back and fix the past, and she can’t go back and change it. It’s over, but we can go forward and I’m going to. I’m moving forward with her.
I pull on her shirt and that seems to be enough to jar her away from her thoughts, but she still resists at first.
“Noah, I don’t need to—”
“I want to see your tits bounce as you’re riding me, Gorgeous. Take the fucking shirt off,” I order, my patience nearing an end.
“You’re such a man,” she says softly, a smile in her voice. When I look up at her, she’s pulling her shirt off, and even laughing a little as she does it.
“Thank God for that,” I answer truthfully. “Now, take off those sexy panties you have on and climb up here and ride your man.”
She does what I say, her face coloring with embarrassment, but instead of climbing on top of me she stretches, reaching for the nightstand.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for condoms. I thought I saw some in there.”
She’s right there are, but I don’t want a fucking condom between us. I want nothing between us, and I want my cum deep inside of her.