Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Rogue!” she cries out, her back arching, and I feel how goddamn tight she is.
She’s on my cock with nothing between us and the thought of being bare inside her and possibly getting her pregnant makes me thrust up again, only harder this time.
“Next time I’ll go slow,” I grunt and thrust again. “I’m so sorry.” I hold on to her ass and bounce her up and down as I lean back in the chair and watch her move. Her dark hair is slick against her damp skin, her tits shaking and her nipples glistening from my mouth. “Fuck.”
I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life, and when I see where we’re connected and the pink tinge around the base of my cock, I realize this wasn’t just our first time together, it was her first time too. The sight of it should slow me down, but it’s like a red flag waving for me to get bigger and deeper into her virgin cunt. I’ve never not worn a condom, and the heat of her pussy is scorching me. My whole body is one giant muscle flexed and ready to snap.
When her eyes meet mine, I see her lids are hooded, and she’s rocking her hips in time with me. I grind against her pussy, and she cries out, so I do it over and over. She clamps down on me and screams as her orgasm hits and she bears down.
I roar, my grip tightening, and I cum with her, feeling her pulsing need suck me deeper. She’s mine in every way now, and although she may have slipped away from me before, it’s never fucking happening again.
Ever.
Epilogue
Ember
One week later…
“You okay?” I look up from my plate of angel hair pasta and see Teeny smiling.
We’ve become fast friends since she and her husband Bull showed up at Rogue’s place a week ago. Rogue was insistent on me needing a bodyguard. I thought he was being a little over the top, but I let him have it. His over-the-top ways are what had me falling hard for him in the first place. His forcefulness works because it makes me feel wanted.
“I’m fine.” I think I’m fine, or at least I should be. My life has done a 180 in the past week and I’ve gone from living in a rough part of town to living in the richest neighborhood in the city. Rogue sent someone to pack up all my stuff without me even knowing it was happening. When I told him I couldn’t just move out on Diamond, he went and paid the rent for the next two years for both of us.
It was so bossy and pushy that of course it made me fall more in love with him. This is all so different from what I’ve grown up with. At every turn he’s fighting for me when something steps in his path. When something tries to block me, he pushes forward, but if there’s peace, he’s fine right where we are. I’m not so sure I am because I want more.
“This is the best pasta I’ve ever had, but you’re over there just moving it around your plate.” It is good pasta, I’m just not that hungry.
“Rogue told me he loves me,” I blurt out, needing to talk to someone about it. Someone else that’s madly in love and gets it.
“You didn't know that already? Anyone with eyes can see it.” She gives me a funny look.
Everything he does screams that he wants me, but love is different. “He said it a week ago and hasn’t said it again since.” I bite the inside of my lip. I keep waiting for him to say it again, but he hasn't.
“Did you say it and then he said it back and now you’re worried he only said it because you did?” she asks, trying to solve the riddle of what I’m saying.
“No, I haven't said it to him at all.”
“I’m so confused.” She grabs a piece of garlic bread and takes a giant bite.
I have no idea how Teeny can not only eat so much but also be with someone as big as her husband Bull. He’s sitting at the bar right now keeping a watchful eye on us and her baby bump. I didn’t tell Rogue I was going out to lunch with Teeny, and I wonder if Bull told him.
“He said it while we were having sex. I think it was in the heat of the moment.” That’s what I’ve been telling myself the last week because otherwise he would have said it again by now. Right?
Hearing it shocked me, but it wasn't until I was falling asleep in his arms that I couldn’t remember the last time someone said those words to me. It felt too good to be true. It’s all happening so fast, and I’m scared to grab onto those three simple words. More than anything else that has happened to me, those words could break me if they aren't real.