Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
As soon as I find my strength again, there’s no holding back. Every thrust is faster than the last, and it doesn’t take much for my balls to start tightening. I pin her to the table while erotic waves of pleasure bellow from her core. Squeaking moans, deep, humming groans, and the sound of my body colliding with her ass send me overboard. Her pussy tightens with every thrust, edging me ever closer to the final release.
“You feel so good inside me,” Melina pants between rapid breathing.
Melina starts bucking her ass into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her words hit my ear as her pussy clenches my cock from a blasting orgasm. It’s that feeling, right there, as her walls close in and suffocate my manhood, that always makes me lose control.
This time is no different.
Two more thrusts are all it takes before I empty myself into her. A thunderous war cry tears its way from my lips, and I collapse over her on the table. She shakes her ass against my cock, with a devilish giggle accompanying the motion.
How does she still have the energy after that?
She gives me time to come back down to earth from the great high she gave me and doesn’t even seem to mind my massive weight crushing her down on the table. And when I do eventually flop off her, I drop straight to the floor, head on the ground, eyes to the ceiling.
She falls beside me and hooks my arm around her shoulder.
“So…” she starts as a finger finds the grooves of my pectorals, “did you mean it?”
“Did I mean what?” I’m struggling to catch my breath.
“When you said you love me?” Her eyes are glued to the side of my face.
“Of course, I meant it. I love you, Melina. I’m sure I have since the first second I saw you,” I admit. I’ll never lie to her, not about anything, and especially not this. “More than the sun, and the stars, and the moon.”
“Well, you know what, you big softy?” She sounds so happy here in my arms. So serene and playful. And it warms my heart to hear it. “I love you. And we’re gonna be married. And it’s all gonna be great.”
And with her by my side, everything always will be.
EPILOGUE
MALIK
Two Months Later
“You didn’t invite anyone to this shindig?” Henry Remington asks while we stare over a crowd of well-dressed people and smiling faces. He has a hand on my shoulder, the way a father would his son when his boy did something worthy of praise.
“Didn’t have anyone to invite,” I answer, but the words don’t leave a hollow emptiness inside me.
Family, friends—they never had a place in my life until I met Melina. All they ever wanted was to hurt me, use me, or create obstacles to hinder my progression in life. Leaving them behind, even if it means not having anyone here on this joyous day, is for the best.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Henry says. “But it doesn’t matter, anyway. You’ve got us watching your back.”
Knowing Henry, he’d be the first to fire a round in it. Accidentally, of course, at the first sign of trouble.
“Thank you, Henry. It means a lot to hear that.” It seems like a sensible answer, even if I don’t mean it.
I’ve come to enjoy the old man’s company. Leaving my home country and joining Melina in hers, I watched him step out of the shell he developed back home. And he wasn’t lying, either. Henry Remington isn’t the fear-filled man who stood against Omar Ali. When he’s stuck in the boardroom with, as he called them, empty suits and pencil pushers, he’s rather intimidating.
“You’re part of the family now, so don’t even mention it.” He gives me a pat on the back. “Let me go see if everyone’s ready. But you’re doing great, big guy. Keep it up.”
Without anyone of my own to bring, Henry asked cousins and uncles to stand as my best men. At least, that’s what I understood them to be. These weddings under their god have always dumbfounded me.
But it was Melina’s dream to have the full show. A large chapel, with white flowers, caged doves ready to be sent off and surrounded by her closest friends and family while she’s handed to another man.
And what Melina wants, I make sure she gets.
The chattering crowd falls silent when Henry reaches the far end of the chapel, and all eyes from the horde ahead fall on me and the priest.
Before I have any chance to feel awkward, a pipe organ rings out the first note of Richard Wagner’s Wedding March. It goes on a short while until Henry and Melina step into view.
Her snow-white dress glitters from the tiny gems running down the length. A long tail trails behind her with every step. Henry smiles at me while he leads her to the altar with slow, precise steps. And the crowd roars in admiration of my love.