Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Usually people are squicked out by their parents being romantic.”
“They’ve been good at keeping the PDA to a minimum, outside hugs and kisses. I think stumbling upon more might have been a mistake my oldest brother Rye dealt with, but they learned from their mistakes.”
“Good to hear.”
“But I want that, Merit. A woman to intensely love. A woman to build a family with. To spread the love that my parents have given me, and send my own children out into the world to share that goodness with everyone they meet. If I’m old and gray on my deathbed, a few kids by my side and a woman like you? I’d say I lived a good life.”
We’re waxing philosophical about our futures, lying in my bed naked. Partly I started asking questions to give the Big Mac a little time to recover, but even just talking to Merit is fulfilling. I think we could just lie here together talking, and it’d be a night to remember all the same.
But if it goes in another direction?
It’ll be a night to remember in another fashion entirely.
Merit, the little vixen she is, grabs my cock and gets the Big Mac ready and roaring again with the slightest touch. “Sounds like we’re completely incompatible, huh?”
I laugh. “Yes. No way a family-oriented man and a family-oriented woman could get along with one another, and enjoy each other’s company for decades of happiness.”
“Now, maybe if we were sexually compatible with one another, and liked all the same things in the bedroom, we could make up for that shortfall we have.”
“Interesting theory. Shall we try to find out if it has any... merit?”
She slaps me in the chest, kisses me, and looks me dead in the eye. “Stop cracking jokes and fuck me, you big sexy fool.”
8
MERIT
Not only am I captivated by each and every inch of him physically, I yearn for his mind too. He’s good-natured and charming and everything I want out of life. I can’t stop giggling with joy in his presence, pulling him closer and embracing him.
Mac’s powerful form covers me as he lays another kiss on me. His entire form radiates over me. His hands running down my sides, massaging my hips.
He may have doubts about this, but I want to shout my intentions from the rooftops at this point. I reach down and grab hold of his hot, hard cock and pull it closer to me, closer to my sex. I stroke him, feeling him throb in my grasp, making me feel like a sexual goddess with the control I have over the situation.
As I bring him toward my slit, he looks at me affirmingly, the kind-hearted man he is. He leans down and shares a brief but oh-so-romantic kiss as he pushes himself into my sex, filling me with such an immense flood of delight. Every bit of friction between us tickles a nerve down there, the sheer size of him testing me a bit, but mostly filling me with a desire for so much more.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispers. He’s repeated himself so many times, but I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing him say those words.
I grind against his cock, letting him know that this is exactly what I want. I know he has doubts, thinking I’m a victim of circumstance, that I have no power in this situation. But I’ve never wanted anything more. I want him to treat me like a woman. I want him to treat me like his slut. I buck against him and he purrs, ready to claim me as soon as he’s sure I’m ready. He thrusts into me, again and again, shaking me with such absolute bliss as the rhythm begins to build something fierce within me. His cock seems to hit me in all of the right places, making me pant for him, making me moan for him.
He fucks me with such fierce determination, holding me tight, and I cling to him too, legs crossing over his hips, letting him know that I don’t want him going anywhere but inside of me. A panting mess, my arms cradle him, clawing at him to hold on as I buck into his every thrust, and what seems so basic becomes such chaos.
He’s making me feel something stronger than I ever felt before. Even stronger than his fingers in that hot tub. Mac is a caring man who has dedicated himself to taking care of me, and he has made sure that includes sexually.
It’s not long until we hit a feverish pace. Despite the chaos inside me, I see that I’m testing him too. I’m making this big, sexy man struggle to maintain his composure every time my pussy reflexively clamps down on his cock, aching for him and yearning for him. Instinct and biology drive both of us, yes, but I wouldn’t have been this passionate and needy with just anyone. I have a feeling he feels the same from the way he’s pouring his all into this moment.