Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“I’m thankful for everyone here, sitting around this table, my true family.” I felt my cheeks heat, but that was really what I was thankful for, more than anything.
Ive took my hand and gave it a squeeze. One glance at Cassie and Rage and I saw the sadness in their eyes.
“Let’s eat,” Ive said.
I stifled my laugh, because I knew what he was trying to get to. I wanted to be alone with him as well.
Food was passed around and Adelaide was more than happy with what Michael and I were able to cook up at the last minute. She had second helpings. Everyone seemed to love the food. I don’t know if they were being polite or not.
Ive filled my plate as well. He made sure there was a little something of everything on my plate. After dinner, we all enjoyed some pie. I chose pecan pie as it was my favorite. I noticed Cassie went for pumpkin. My husband went for the apple pie.
This made me smile.
We sat around talking, enjoying each other’s company, and coffee. Michael came out, and I went to hug him again, but he took my hand, offering it a kiss.
This was perfection. There was no arguing, no shouting. In a way, our weird family enjoying a moment together.
By the end of the night, I was still buzzing. I was pleased we didn’t make our excuses right after dinner, as I’d have been too full to enjoy alone time with my husband.
Ive flicked the lock on the door, and then stepped over to me.
“Did you at least enjoy it?”
“I’m not lying when I tell you it’s the best Thanksgiving dinner I’ve ever had.” He cupped my face, and I tilted my head back to look at him.
“For real?”
“I don’t lie.” He took possession of my mouth, and after that, I didn’t care. I was so freaking happy. He had loved my dinner.
I was thrilled. I knew not every single Thanksgiving was going to be as great, but I would always have this memory of my first one.
Ive moved me toward the bathroom and stripped off my clothes, tossing them to the floor as we went. I moaned his name, and within seconds, he had me naked and in the shower. He covered me with his hard naked body so none of the cold water hit my flesh.
Ive ran his hands all over my body. I loved the feel of his hands. He picked up the soap, lathering my body, using his hands as a sponge to work into my flesh.
I don’t know what he did, but it was like a magic wand as he heightened my need for him. I didn’t want him to stop.
After he cleaned my body, he picked up the shampoo, then the conditioner, soaping my hair. Once he was done, he then handed me the soap, and told me to clean him.
I touched his body, using my hands the same way he had. I loved touching him. His body was covered in ink and I couldn’t get enough of him. When I got to his dick, he was already hard as rock. Running my hands up and down the length, I worked him over and over, until he pushed my hand away.
I worked shampoo and conditioner into his hair, and Ive didn’t bother with a towel. He turned the shower off and then led me back toward the bedroom. He pressed me to the bed. His lips were on mine, but they didn’t stay there. They traveled down my body, taking my nipples, each one in turn, into his mouth. He sucked on the hard buds, and then moved down, kissing his way toward my pussy.
Ive spread open my legs, and that wicked tongue of his danced across my clit, before sliding down, entering me. He fucked me with his tongue as his hands went to my hips, and I yelped as he took me to my knees. Pressing my palms flat to the bed, I felt him spread the cheeks of my ass wide, and he pressed two fingers inside my pussy.
I closed my eyes as he pumped them in and out. I was already so wet, but what he did next surprised me. He didn’t move up toward my clit, but instead drew them back and began to stroke across my anus. Back and forth, and then just slightly, he pressed against that forbidden hole. I tensed up, but not because I didn’t want it or was afraid. The touch was so unexpected.
I looked back at him, and he paused. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I … I’m not used to it.”
With his other hand, he touched my pussy and the moment his fingers were on my clit, I lost all thought. I couldn’t focus. I didn’t want to. He kissed the curve of my ass.