Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
I pull down the top of the shirt she’s wearing. It’s one of my old, faded ones and damn, it does something to me every time I see my woman in my clothes.
My cock is demanding his turn, but I ignore him. This is about making her feel safe and precious.
I peel off her clothes slowly, kissing her flushed skin until she’s smiling up at me. “This is how a cowboy gives a wake-up call.”
Her eyes are still hazy from sleep when she whispers, “Then it sounds like a good morning for me.”
I spend long minutes exploring her body, sucking on her tits, and licking my way down her rounded belly. I knead her flesh, murmuring words of appreciation for her beautiful curves. She’s sharing them with me, giving me the gift of her body. It’s one I’ll never take for granted.
I nuzzle between her legs, kissing the cellulite and jiggly skin. I love the way her body moves when she wraps these thick thighs around my head or hips. Doesn’t matter to me, just as long as I can be giving her pleasure.
I lick a broad stripe along her seam, loving her early morning taste. Instantly, her thighs go around my ears, squeezing me tight. But it’s not enough to quiet the sounds of her pleasure.
Eating her, I feast on my breakfast until she’s flooding my face with her juices. I drink them all down. Feral pride beats in my chest when I finally lift my head and see that sated look on her face. I satisfied the world’s most beautiful woman. I made her come with just my lips and tongue.
“Now show me how a cowboy rides,” she moans as I crawl back up her body.
I align my cock to her soft, pink entrance before I thrust inside to the hilt. There’s nothing better than bottoming out inside of my woman, of knowing she’s taking every one of my thick inches inside her pretty pussy.
Reaching for her clit, I rub her little nub. I need her to come again. Need it more than I need air. “Good girls take it deep. Are you going to be good for me?”
The words have her fluttering around my thick shaft. She promises in a breathy voice, “I’ll be so good.”
I pump faster, my need growing with every passing second. I need her to get there first, need to feel her squeezing my cock so hard. “Ask me nicely. Ask me to let you come.”
She writhes against my body, her own sighs and moans driving me even higher. “Please, please make me your good girl.”
With those words, she spasms around me, taking my cock so tightly that it borders on pain. I roar my release at the same time she cries out and together, we make an obscene symphony. One that blends our bodies and voices until there’s only the sound of our harsh breathing and the sweat cooling on our skin.
After, I hold her close. I always hold her after we’ve been intimate. I know my girl needs my reassurance. She’s my greatest treasure, my precious girl. I’ll spend the rest of my time reminding her that she belongs to me.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” she sighs softly against my chest.
“I can’t wait to see you wearing my wedding ring,” I tell her. There are only two things I want in the whole world. One of them is happening today and one of them will happen with some time and plenty of fucking. Before I can tell her this, there’s a loud sound on our front porch. “What the hell was that?”
She groans. “I think it’s my bridesmaids.”
Lizzy
“You’re my fairy godmother,” I tell Mallory as I survey my appearance in the full-length mirror of her shop. I’m going to get married to Noah in the town gazebo, and I’ve never been more excited. I’m about to start a beautiful life with the man I love.
“I’m glad you like the alterations, but I couldn’t have gotten it all done in time by myself.” She nods to Mrs. Maple who waves away the words.
“You make a beautiful bride,” Mrs. Maple says as she dabs at her eyes. She glances toward Mallory. “Can you give us a second alone?”
Mallory gives my shoulder a squeeze before she rolls her motorized wheelchair out of the dressing area.
Mrs. Maple manages to compose herself, offering me a watery smile. “I’m gaining so many daughters this year, and I couldn’t be happier.”
I return her smile. I know that Greer and Evie haven’t talked about tying the knot yet. But that hasn’t stopped Mrs. Maple from claiming Evie and her younger brothers as family. That’s just how the Maples are.
“You’re special. I knew it would take a special woman to win my Noah’s heart. He was the toughest one. He had the hardest time adjusting. It was my fault,” she admits, shaking her head. “It took me forever to find him. And by that point, the system had done a number on his heart. There were so many nights when I cried myself to sleep, worrying about my boy. That he would never be able to let anyone in. That no one would ever see past all the scars on his heart. But you did, Lizzy, and I’ll always love you for that.”