Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
All I had in mind was a lazy evening at home. Catching up on all that parenting research that I’m over a year behind on. So I’m only in some panties and an oversized t-shirt, and I’m all too grateful for it. It’s so easy to strip out of that shirt and be almost naked for him.
Graham has me pinned against the wall as I pull his cock out of his pants, stroking it, and enjoying how intensely hard he is in my hand. His desire for me is so strong that I can take him from zero to one hundred so damn easily.
His hand slides between us, between my legs, rubbing me through my panties, making sure I’m as ready as he is for more. When he confirms that, he pushes my panties down my legs, until I’m just how he likes me – buck-ass naked.
Against the wall, he spreads my legs, his cock raging hard as it tickles my thighs and zeroes in on where I really want it to go. I slide down onto him, and God, it’s just so fucking good. He fills me so completely, like he’s been divinely chosen to please me. My arms wrap around his shoulders, my legs around his hips. We are entwined with one another so completely as I begin to ride him, and he thrusts into me.
He has such a fervent hunger for me, so driven to please me. The jolts of pleasure shoot through me with each and every move, and I’m giggling with happiness in the brief moments when I’m not moaning for him.
Every thrust drives me both literally and figuratively higher, as my back crawls up the wall and I struggle to cope with the intensity of everything he’s doing to me. He ceases kissing my lips to go and appreciate the rest of me every so often. He plants kisses on my chest, my breasts, the littlest fires forming in them to build on top of everything else I’m enjoying.
With him running his fingers through my hair, I’m panting with need, a storm building within my core. I’m nibbling on my lip, trying to endure every sensation mixing together, plus the emotions that come with it. It’s a chaotic lashing mess inside of me, and I’m crying out louder for him, even as I try to hold back, trying to not to make so much noise. But it’s so difficult, the things Graham does to me are things I want to share with the world.
Every stroke of his cock inside me, every time I bounce off him, every time my body shifts, my breasts sway, we’re one step closer to heaven. I’m gasping, smiling, so goddamn enraptured with everything going on. I’m damn near cackling in delight.
My smile brings one to his face too. Graham is so dedicated to me, so sweet. I don’t deserve him.
But who’s to say who deserves what?
Our equal interest in each other’s pleasure leads us to the highest of highs soon enough. I’m sent orgasmically flying, yelling for him, screaming for him, unable to stifle myself any longer.
His low groans are right there with me as well. I can feel his cock shudder and quiver deep within me. I can feel him erupt, injecting me with every bit of his hot seed. He makes me feel sexy, beautiful, and most importantly, I am all his.
We ride these highs until we’re slumping against the wall and panting, ragged but satisfied messes.
“Whoa,” I stammer as he sweeps me up in his arms, something he can do so easily. He carries me up the stairs and toward his room, rolling into bed with me, ready to go again. He’s holding me so closely, so tightly.
I never feel more safe than I do with him, in his arms. All the disasters, all the past hurts, all of it seems harmless as long as Graham is there for me.
“I have to say it. I can’t deny it anymore,” I say, my voice hoarse from my passionate screams. “I love you, Graham.”
He chuckles deeply. “Good. Because I intend on making you my wife.”
I raise the stakes on him. “And when do you plan on doing that?”
All of a sudden, he shifts, one hand digging through his nightstand. He sets an open velvet box right in front of me. I look at its contents, awestruck.
“As soon as you say yes, Tallie. That’s when I’ll make you my wife.”
I can’t help but gawk in disbelief for a time. If I ever needed more proof about how he felt, there it was.
“Yes,” I say, “Yes, I’ll marry you. Be your wife. Whatever, just make me yours, Graham.”
“Gladly. But I think the courthouse is closed for the night, so for now, let’s just enjoy one another.”
I laugh, wondering how serious he’s being.