Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
My manhood pushes against my pants. The urgency of it makes me lift Mia off her feet. She squeals in the cutest way, our lips never parting as I carry her to the bed and lay her down, staring down at my woman, my body shuddering.
“Another strip tease?” she whimpers.
“I’m done being teased,” I say passionately, collapsing atop her.
She gasps in lust, and we begin rolling over, kissing, our hands all over each other as we tear at each other’s clothes.
I can feel the pulsing within me, the aching to be as close to her as possible, skin on skin, the heat of belonging and knowing she belongs to me too.
My balls bulge, flooded, as I pull her shirt over her head and tear her bra off.
Her breasts are big, round, and beautiful, my lips magnetize to them without any need of thought, instinct driving me every step of the way.
I squeeze them together, making it so I can suck one nipple and then the other, savoring the taste of her, her needy nipples getting excited in my mouth.
At the same time, I’m tearing at her clothes.
I yank off her pants and her underwear, leaning back, my shirt already off, my belt awkwardly wedged against my hip from where she hurriedly tried to unclasp it.
Gazing at her, I know I’ll never tire of drinking in the sight of my woman, the thickness of her legs, the glistening wetness of her sex, with her full lips and her lust-filled clit.
Her everything… all for me.
“And you,” she moans, her voice shy and yet brave.
It’s a combination specific to my woman, my butterfly breaking out of her cocoon. Her eyes go wider when I start to undress, quickly tearing off my pants and standing naked at the edge of the bed.
“Happy?” I say with a smirk.
“Hmm,” she whispers, nodding. “I just don’t know what to do.”
“You’re naked. You’re beautiful. You’re mine… you’re already doing everything you need. But if you want to earn extra points, moan for me, Mia.”
I lean down again, laying my bare chest against her breasts, then slide my hand up between her legs and stroke softly at her pussy.
Her sex is already gifting me with so much precious wetness.
Rubbing around, I smooth up her folds, spreading the wetness all over her perfect pussy.
She breaks off the kissing when I start to move my hand faster, like she can’t concentrate, so I turn my head and push it against her mouth. She moans directly into my ear, her hot breath shivering down my neck and all over me as I slip my finger inside her.
Her moan hitches, then she keeps going with even more urgency, like she wants to scream at me to claim her faster, to fuck her perfect virgin pussy with her finger until she’s squirting, creaming, shaking….
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Her legs begin to tremble as I move my hand even faster, slipping my finger in and out, doing everything I can to drive her closer to orgasm.
Then her breath goes hollow and even more frantic.
I feel her orgasm, the release of it, the hunger of it, and I know I’m the luckiest man alive.
CHAPTER 25
Mia
The orgasm makes my lower half shudder, my moans coming with more force and confidence because my man wants to hear them.
He’s got his face turned, ear aimed at me like he wants to take in the sound of my pleasure. His finger moves in and out of me wetly, my body burning, even as nerves try to scorch the moment.
A voice whispers viciously that soon it will be more than his finger.
Then vignettes flash across my mind.
Holding our first child, barbecues, parties, laughter, and happiness… and knowing, most of all, I have a place to belong. I’ve built a family with the man of my dreams, which will be much sweeter than my family.
With so much more love.
He pushes his finger deeper, making my pussy flutter, making me wonder if his finger feels this huge, what is his massive, bulging manhood going to feel like?
Then he rears up as the orgasm comes to an end, my body pulsing, sweat sliding over my skin. I’m gasping and trying to draw in enough breath.
Killian stares down at me firmly, his jaw tight, his eyes flaring.
Moving into position, I feel the tip of his huge manhood grinding up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of hot precome, tantalizing me the closer he gets.
Another instinct tries to make me clamp my legs shut.
The same instinct that made me want to slam the door every time it was time to leave the house, even for driving lessons. The same instinct that makes me want to run as fast as I can anytime things get real.
But I’m done running.
My core screams at me to take this pleasure, to chase it.