Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby. Squeeze that pussy. Fuck, yeah! Take it all, Brie, I wanna release my baby batter straight into your womb.”
My words were like throwing sawdust on fire, she was engulfed by the flames of passion.
“Oh, yes! Yes! Harder, Lennox! Yes!”
“Are you sure, baby?” I growled.
She dove her fingers into my hair and clenched the strands, yanking as she screamed, “Yes!”
Digging my feet into the mattress, I slapped my hands onto the wall above her and rammed back and forward with every bit of my strength. The springs squeaked in protest and the bed frame banged into the wall, but all I heard was my love’s screams of ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck, yes! There’s nothing like fucking this tight pussy,” I snarled as my head dropped back, and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Need you to come, baby. I want your body to suck up every fucking drop.”
Brielle pressed her calves against my shoulders and bucked her hips up to meet my thrusts. After two more deep penetrations, she practically yanked the hair out of my head when she splintered apart, screaming my name.
“Oh, fuck!” I shouted, my orgasm barreling toward me as her pussy milked my cock. “Oh, fuck! Yes! Fuck!” I rammed in deep, making sure my tip was at her cervix when I finally blew. Come exploded from my dick, the hot jets spurting out over and over, filling her with more jizz than I thought I could have at one time. As the pleasure coursed through my body, I rocked gently, nudging her womb, trying to get as much of me inside there as I could.
When I was empty, I removed her legs from my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist. Then I collapsed on top of Brie, who was lying there limply, looking like she was depleted of every speck of energy.
I felt the same way, but I didn’t want to crush her, so I mustered up some strength and pulled out, then shifted her onto her side before laying down behind her. I raised her leg and filled her with my still hard shaft once more, then laid it back down and sighed contentedly. Her head rested on one of my arms like a pillow, and I cupped one of her tits with my free hand.
“Sleep for a bit, baby,” I told her softly as I buried my face in her soft curls and inhaled her delicious scent. “You’re going to need your strength because I can guaran-damn-tee I’ll be fucking my bride again before long.”
Brielle covered my hand with her own and sighed. “I love you, Lennox.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
EPILOGUE
BRIELLE
“It’ll be okay,” Lennox reassured, giving my hand a gentle squeeze as we rode the elevator up to my parents’ penthouse apartment.
“You’re a brilliant man, but you literally could not be more wrong about that.” I shook my head. “If you knew my dad, then you would be well aware that he’s about to lose his mind.”
He stroked his palm down my spine in a soothing gesture. “I already told you that we’ve been friends for a long time, baby. So I know what to expect.”
“You don’t know him as well as you think if you really believe he’s going to be okay with me running off and getting married to you.” I rolled my eyes. “It doesn’t matter that I’m twenty-six, or that he’s already gone through stuff like this before with my older sisters. He’s going to be pissed that we didn’t wait until after he knew about us. Especially since you’re friends.”
My husband lifted my hand to brush a kiss across my knuckles. “If there’s any man alive who’ll get why I rushed the woman I love to the altar, it’s your dad.”
I snorted in disbelief. “Except he doesn’t see me as a woman. It doesn’t matter how old I get or how many children we have, I will always be the baby girl he adores as far as he is concerned. Same as he does my sisters, much to their husbands’ chagrin.”
Explaining to my dad that I hadn’t returned home after Avery’s wedding like he thought was something I had worried about since we got on the jet to head back to New York. After the stupor of my orgasm-filled honeymoon wore off.
The only reason my dad hadn’t been tipped off to my whereabouts already was because Lennox had somehow talked Uncle Jonah into helping cover for me while we were gone. If I’d been living in New York City instead of Miami, nothing would have convinced him that I was okay if he hadn’t seen me with his own eyes for so many weeks. As it was, I was surprised my phone calls and texts had been enough for him not to hop on the jet with my mom to visit me for a few days like they normally did every month.