Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“I’m safe with you.”
“You’re damn right you are.” He makes quick work of stripping naked. “Now, who’s behind?” he teases as he grips his cock and strokes.
“Maybe, but I’m really enjoying the show,” I tell him.
“Naked and on the bed, baby.”
Doing as he says, I strip out of the rest of my clothes and climb up on the bed. He crawls after me, but instead of lying next to me, he settles between my thighs on his belly. I automatically widen my legs, making room for him. He’s right. I have come a long way, and it’s him… the way he looks at me. The way I feel is not only safe, but cherished every time we’re together, naked or clothed. It doesn’t matter. He makes me feel beautiful.
“Grab the pillow, baby. You might need to hold in your scream.” He winks before he takes his first taste.
“Oh, God,” I say, my hands immediately going to his hair, and holding him in place. He’s done this a handful of times since we’ve been intimate, and every time is better than the last. Who knew that a tongue could make you feel so much desire?
He sucks on my clit, and my legs clamp around his head. He’s probably suffocating, but I can’t help it. My hips lift off the bed, and he moves his hands to cup my ass and sucks harder.
“Forrest,” I call out for him. “I’m close.” He squeezes my ass, letting me know he heard me, but doesn’t stop. Not that I expected him to. I learned that the first time. He wants my orgasm almost as much as he wants his own. Honestly, the way he’s devouring me, I might be inclined to say more.
I feel the now familiar feeling as my release barrels through my body. Reaching for the pillow, I cover my face just in time to muffle my screams. After the last wave subsides, my legs fall open, and Forrest lifts his head. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and why is that so sexy to me?
“This is going to be fast,” Forrest says. He grips his cock and aligns himself at my entrance. “I’m sorry in advance. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Take me. However, you need me.”
He pushes inside, and we both groan. “So damn tight. I’ll never get over the warm, wet heat of your pussy choking my cock, baby.”
His words have heat pooling between my thighs. He smirks when he feels it. “Hold on.”
I do as he says, and he unleashes. He doesn’t start slow; instead, each thrust is hard and fast as he chases his high.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The veins in his neck bulge, and I know he’s trying to hold off. I don’t want him to. I got mine, and I want him to get his. Tightening my core to help the process, he chuckles. “You keep using your pussy to milk my cock, this will be over.”
“Good. Do it. I dare you.”
“You want me to come, baby?”
“Yes.” I squeeze him again.
“Fuck.” He thrusts again.
Once.
Twice.
Three times, and he’s smashing his lips to mine as he releases inside me. When he pulls away from the kiss, he opens his mouth but quickly closes it. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m sure the girls will be up bright and early in the morning.”
He’s stayed over enough that he’s learned that my daughters don’t know the meaning of sleeping in. Forrest moves off the bed and offers me his hand. “If I wasn’t so exhausted, I’d make you shower with me.”
“There would be no making in that act,” I confess.
“You need your back washed, baby, I’m your man.”
“Another time,” I assure him as we get ready for bed.
Once we’re both ready, he turns off the bathroom light and we quickly find our clothes. He waits until I’m settled in bed before unlocking the bedroom door and cracking it open before returning. He turns off the lamp on the nightstand and settles in what I’ve come to determine as his side of the bed, and pulls me into his arms.
“Today was fun,” I tell him.
“Yeah, it was. We’ll do it again next year.”
Next year.
I don’t comment, but I fall asleep in his arms with a smile on my face thinking about the future.
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
Forrest
Pulling into the driveway, I smile, knowing what waits for me behind those doors. My girls. It’s Friday, and my scheduled day off, so I decided to bring them lunch. I don’t know how Briar does it, watching the girls and working from home, but she makes it look easy. I thought bringing lunch might give her a little break, and maybe I can spend some time with the girls and keep them occupied for a few hours while Briar tries to get some work done.
Climbing out of my truck, I grab the bag of takeout I placed on the back seat floorboard and make my way to the front porch. I probably should have told her I was coming, but I like to see her eyes light up when I surprise her. The girls, too, for that matter. I knock on the door and wait.