Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“Shoot, naekkeo.”
“I know you already said I can have my job back, but I really want to continue only working days, so I can be there for the girls… and Nick now, when they get home from school,” she says, and my heart swells in my chest, thinking about my boy coming home to a woman who will treat him the way a mother should’ve always been treating him.
“Done.” I nod.
“I’m going to continue my schooling, so it’ll be up to you to take care of the kids so I can do my work.”
“Easy,” I reply.
She looks toward the ceiling as if trying to think of her other conditions. “I’m going to need a craft room, my own space for all of my wreath-making stuff. I really enjoy doing it, and I don’t want to give up the money it makes me.”
“Totally doable. Either we can turn one of the spare bedrooms into your space, or I can build you a she-shed in the backyard.”
She practically swoons at that, and she catches me by surprise when she spins around on my lap to straddle me. She shoves my chest, and I allow her to push me to the bed.
She groans, swiveling her hips. “Fuck, Win. I didn’t know you were into talking dirty. Say it again,” she breathes, giving me a naughty grin, and I smirk.
“Naekkeo, love of my life, goddess of my universe, I…” I pump my hips up into her. “…will build you…” I thrust upward again. “…your own…” Thrust. “…she-shed,” I finish, and she moans like a porn star, gripping the bottom hem of her Backstreet Boys tee, whipping it over her head, unhooking and yanking off her bra, and then squeezing her full tits in her small hands.
I know she’s playing around, but fuck if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my goddamn life.
She hops off me, and I fight back a pout at the loss of the amazing view. She may make me weak, but I’ll be damned if I fucking pout like a little bitch. I lift my head to watch as she yanks off my boots and then my socks. And then I rock from side to side as she tugs on my jeans, allowing her to pull them down my legs before they disappear.
She leans over me and breathes along the elastic of my boxer briefs before grasping it with her teeth.
I growl, trying not to take over, allowing her to do whatever her heart desires. She tugs the fabric over my aching cock. “Fuck, baby.” I long to flip her over and bury myself deep inside her wet, molten core, but I bask in the sweet feeling of surrendering to her wants. I’m sure it’s an amazing feeling for her, finally giving in to her desire for me, knowing she has so much power over a man so much bigger than her. And I love the fact I can make her feel powerful in this moment, after she’s felt helpless for so long. The look in her eyes screams vixen, and I fucking love it on her.
My cock juts upward, and the sound of her sweet giggle fills the room.
“A little excited, are we, big guy?” she asks my erection. “I feel the same way when your daddy starts talking about custom craft rooms.” She looks up at me and winks.
A single milky drop of precum oozes from my tip. She braces above my hips, her eyes never breaking contact with mine as she leans down and swipes her tongue up my length. I hiss as if she’s burned me with her fiery touch, and the sound makes her grin impishly. I love this new side of her, this confident, sensual woman acting on what she wants. She grasps hold of my steely cock and engulfs the head with her searing mouth, and it takes everything in me not to thrust deeper.
She releases my cock with a pop, smiling up at me, and then she stands, taking off the rest of her clothes. When she straddles me again, she takes my shaft in her tight fist before lining me up with her dripping heat.
I close my eyes and savor the feeling of my length disappearing inch by slow inch as she lowers herself until she has me fully inside her. And then she begins to move, and I lose all sense of the world except for the place where our bodies are joined.
Heaven.
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
She rides me with vigor, her movements desperate as she chases her orgasm, the look on her impossibly gorgeous face telling me she is so close she can almost taste it. I reach up and lightly squeeze her bouncing tits, and when she gasps, I allow my rough palms to slide downward over her silky skin until I get to her pussy. I begin to circle her clit with my thumb, and she drops herself so hard I feel the head of my dick punch against her cervix. She grinds herself in circles, my vision going blurry at how goddamn perfect she feels. My breath starts coming out in pants as I try to stave off my orgasm, refusing to blow my load until Cece has gotten her release.