Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
He skipped all the good areas, and I found myself disappointed. It wasn’t until he finished with me and placed the bar of soap down beside him on the seat that I tried to stand up. He pulled me immediately back down and I realized that maybe he wasn’t planning to skip over the good parts after all.
His erection dug into the crease of my backside, and I looked down between our legs to see his penis sticking out beneath me, full, hard, and pulsing with each beat of his heart. The head of his cock was a ruddy, mean red, and my mouth watered. I let my hand ease down past my clit, over my entrance, and finally seeking his cock in a firm grip.
He groaned and started rotating beneath me, working himself in the cleft of my ass. I looked up and saw the fogged over mirror, and had a brilliant idea. Counting the tiles up from the bottom of the shower, I stood up from his lap and worked my fingernail under the suction of his shaving mirror, and then suctioned it back to the wall where I guessed would be the best height.
Backing up slowly, I hit the junction of his thighs. His cock pointed at the ceiling, and he grabbed it with one hand, and my hip in the other, urging me to lower myself down on top of him. Biting my lip, I lowered myself slowly, filling myself so completely with him that I never wanted this moment to end.
“Oh, God. That’s so good.” Max rumbled.
I could feel the vibration in his chest when said it, and that only made me work harder. Max leaned back against the tiles, taking me with him, which consequently made me not be able to touch any longer. He guided first one leg, and then the next over either of his thighs, and rested my feet on the bench beside them.
This new position made him deeper, and it was very close to the type of pleasure that might soon resemble pain if he wasn’t careful. Not that I should have worried. The man controlled his cock the way he controlled his body. Seamlessly precise, each and every movement filled me up to perfection.
“Look at us.” He said huskily.
My eyes opened, and I caught the reflection of our connected bodies in the mirror. Max’s hand had moved down and his fingers framed my labia, but still gave me a clear view of all the action. His cock was curved slightly as it entered me; my entrance looked like it was stretched to the limits as he plunged in and out of me. After just two rough thrusts from him, I lost it. Pure and simple, my mind was blown. Shocks raced through my veins, radiating out from my core. My nipples puckered even harder than they already were. My head connected with Max’s collarbone, and I felt the rumble of his growl underneath me, but didn’t hear it beyond the roaring of blood in my ears.
The water continued to pour down on the both of us as we both panted from the exertion. “Holy cannoli.” I whispered.
“You can say that again.” Max’s voice reverberated through me.
“Holy cannoli.” I teased.
He tweaked my hip and made me squeal, but I still didn’t get up from our intimate connection. “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”
“Baby, I’d never let you fall. Never. The only way that would ever happen would be if I was dead, or both my legs and both of my arms didn’t work. Because if even one of those worked, I’d claw my way to you. I’d do everything in my power to watch over you, and only death would separate me from your side.” He said as he kissed the side of my neck.
My eyes and nose stung smartly. “You ever die, and I’m going to beat your corpse up.” I sniffled.
“Never by choice, baby. Never by choice.” He whispered.
That night in bed, with Max on his side and me on mine, I thought about our life together so far. Everything had changed so very fast. One second I was scared to leave the house, scared to be home, and scared to plain live. Now I had a job I adored, a husband I loved with all of my heart, an overprotective dog that kicked ass and a tiny little baby on the way. My life was perfect.
However, nothing is ever as perfect as it seems. I just knew things would go wrong. That something was going to happen, and that it wasn’t going to be bad. It was going to be gut wrenching. Whatever it was was going to tear my heart out. It was going to hurt so bad that I wouldn’t be able to live through it without something to guide me through. I wished with all my heart that I was wrong, but in my soul, I knew something was going to take my perfect and shred it. I just hoped we would be able to pick up the pieces.
Chapter 12
Couples that have been together a long time finish each other’s sentences. The most popular ending in “shut the fuck up.”
-E-card
Payton
I shuffled out to the kitchen, socks inside out, pants on crooked, and way too small shirt hitched up over my belly. Don’t even start me on what my hair looked like. I looked like a poster girl for the ‘what not to wear, People of Walmart’ funnies you see floating around the internet every so often. I’d managed to get myself out of bed in the middle of the night, but only because I woke up chewing on my pillow mistaking it for the beef jerky I was eating in my dream.
I glared at Max as I exited the bed, making sure to throw my pillow over his snoring face as I left the room. The bastard had kept me up for three quarters of the night with his incessant snoring. I’d tried everything short of leaving the room. Hell, I’d even gotten some duct tape and taped it to either side of his nose, and even that didn’t work.