Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
She feels so goddamn amazing that I can barely breathe. As Zoey rocks her hips against me, she leans over, allowing me to cup her breast.
“You feel so good,” she whispers against my mouth, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” I demand, then slide my hand to her neck. When she opens them, I flick my tongue out and lick her lips. “It feels so fucking right.”
She nods, releasing a moan so sweet, it nearly sends me straight to heaven. I bring my hand back to her ass and slap it. Zoey yelps and laughs, pushing up on my chest and increasing her pace.
Arching my back, I jerk my hips up and meet her thrusts. They’re frantic and greedy, both of us wanting more of each other with no desire to stop anytime soon.
I can tell she’s about to come when her pussy tightens around my dick, so I circle my thumb over her clit and pinch her nipple.
“Oh my God…” she pants, throwing her head back. I love the way her hair falls, begging to be pulled.
“Yes, baby. Keep goin’. You’re so close.” I add more pressure, rubbing her sensitive spot faster. Sliding my hand up between her breasts, I grip my fingers around her throat and lightly squeeze.
“Fuck, yes, yes, yes…” Zoey unravels, her body shaking with convulsions as she moans and rides out her release. “Oh. My. God,” she says, panting. “That was intense.” Blinking, she looks down at me, and I chuckle at the way she’s trying to catch her breath. Her tits bounce in front of me, and I push myself up until I can capture one in my mouth.
A moment later, I flip her over until she’s underneath me. She yelps and laughs, keeping our bodies molded together. Grabbing her leg, I prop her ankle up on my shoulder and close the gap between us.
“I’d hang on to the headboard if I were you.” I flash her a wink, slowly pulling out before quickly thrusting back inside.
“Jesus,” she says, reaching above her head and grabbing the rails.
When I lean down, her knee nearly touches her chest, allowing me to go even deeper. She grips me so damn tight that I know I won’t last long if she keeps doing that.
Her other leg snakes around my waist, and when she begs for more, I know I can’t deny her. I lean back slightly and grip her hips, driving into her as fast as I can. She screams my name, rocking her body against mine, and as soon as I feel her tighten around my dick, I’m fucking gone.
With a loud growl, I unleash into her. We please each other until we’re both spent and gasping for air.
“I hope Diesel didn’t hear that,” she says, her chest rising and falling after I collapsed next to her. “I’m already gonna have a hard time looking him in the eyes. He probably hates me.”
“Is that who you were thinking of this whole time?” I tease. “Should I ask him to join us?”
She snaps her face to mine in horror. “Is that something you…do? I mean, no judging, but…”
“Zoey.” I burst out laughing. “No! God, no. I was joking.”
She smacks me before rolling over and resting her head on my chest. “You’re the worst.”
“Yeah, well you married me, so now you gotta deal with me.” I brush the hair off her sweaty face, which causes me to smile.
“I know…but at least the sex is good.” She shrugs.
“Good?” I ask, feigning offense and arching a brow.
“Pretty good?”
I move my hand down and smack her ass, harder this time.
“Okay, geez!” She laughs. “You sure like your ego stroked.”
“Not just my ego…”
She rolls her eyes. “Lord, I’m done.”
Zoey tries to roll over, but I wrap my legs around her and pin her to my body. “Not so fast, Mrs. Bishop.” She tries to hold back a grin, but I see it. “We have some making up to do.”
She furrows her brows. “Isn’t that what we just did?”
“That was birthday sex,” I tell her. “Now it’s makeup sex time.”
Zoey bites down on her lower lip. “Does that include bending me over and telling me I’ve been a very bad girl?”
“Jesus, fuck…” My cock hardens, and I groan at her dirty words. “I’m about to throw you over my shoulder and take you in the shower.”
“It’s good to be back,” she whispers with a cheeky grin, letting out a hum.
“I’m glad you’re home, wifey.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ZOEY
FIVE MONTHS LATER
Christmas on the ranch is something I’ve looked forward to for months, and now that the temperature has significantly dropped, I’m even more excited. The B&B is decorated with colorful lights, candy canes, and fake snow, and I adore it so much. Not to mention the holiday music and eggnog available at all hours of the day. The Bishop women got together and strung lights, made homemade cookies, and put up the famous twelve-foot tree. It was the most fun I’ve had during the holidays since I was a kid.