Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
There’s time in the future to go slow, to play and discover. Right now, I just need him buried inside me.
I fist his cock as he moves his hips, yanking his jeans down his thighs. The full heavy weight of his cock steals my breath. He’s so big I know it’s going to hurt and that thought floods my pussy with arousal. “Give me all of you,” I plead, kissing a path across his jawline to his neck. Lining his thick mushroom head up with my opening, he sucks a nipple into his mouth and circles my clit with the pad of his thumb, sending jolts of pleasure swirling through my nervous system. I start lowering myself on to him, the bite of pain with the thrum of pleasure taking all my focus. It’s just him, me, the feeling of us merging, becoming one. “Fuck,” he hisses, flexing his hips to aid me down onto him. Moaning loud and needy, I try to catch my breath as his cock stretches me, filling me up. Curling his arms up my back, he pushes me down as his hips tilt up, deepening his entry, until he’s buried to the hilt.
We’re breathing heavy, a sweat shining over our conjoined bodies. I slowly lift then drop my hips, fucking him. Nipping my lips, jaw, neck his lips taste, eat, devour my flesh as his hands explore and guide my body. Grinding my ass down over him, we fuck until the only thing I can think about is coming. The scent of our pleasure soaks the air around us. Our chorus of moans is music in the darkness of my mind. “I’m never going to stop fucking you,” he growls as his body stiffens and his cock floods my pussy with his release.
“Promise?” I cry out, coming around him.
“I fucking promise.”
Epilogue
RUBY
Heat hums through me, pleasure quickening my pulse, the lapping of Ez’s tongue driving me insane. “I’m going to come,” I cry out, my body convulsing, thighs collapsing around his head, trapping him there between my legs.
The door to the small room we’re in opens just as I edge toward a second orgasm. Lily enters, glaring with her mouth hanging open. Pulling the white fabric off my wedding dress from his head, Ez’s hair ruffled and chin shining with my release, he frowns at her. “A bit of privacy?”
“Are you two joking? You’re here to get married,” she says in astonishment.
“I was nervous,” I defend, breathing heavy. “Needed to calm down.”
“And this was the solution?” She waves a disapproving hand at Ezekiel then gestures down her body. “I wore this disgusting color and put on a dress for you. Get your asses out there and get married—then you can fuck.” She shoves my bouquet at me and pulls a tissue from a box on a side table by a colourful glass window, flinging it at Ezekiel. “Clean your face,” she snipes. “God’s watching,” she snorts, jabbing a finger at a cross hanging on the wall. The door slams behind her exit, and we both burst into a fit of laughter.
Ez and I have been together six months and we can’t get enough of each other. Jameson banned us from the house when we went over for dinner and Ezekiel couldn’t keep his hands to himself and I almost fainted from his fingers finding their way into my panties under the table. We’re ravenous and insatiable for each other, and most of all, inseparable. I don’t even remember what it’s like not to love him. That part of me was only half alive. Now, I’m breathing fully every day.
The grief and shock of everything I went through got easier with each new day until it stopped consuming my thoughts and just became shadow in the back of my mind. A memory I learned to accept and move past with Ezekiel’s help of filling my life with new ones.
Drew and Animal had a healthy baby boy and life resumed. The club became stronger than ever. Carnage put me on the back of his bike, and I’ve never wanted to get off since.
“You ready to marry me now?” he asks, finger brushing his hair back into place.
“I was ready six months ago,” I breathe, giggling and leaning up to kiss my flavor from his lips.
“I can’t wait to call you my wife,” he groans, deepening the kiss. “You’re mine forever,” he pants between kisses.
“Promise?” I smile against his mouth
Slipping his fingers between mine and tugging me to the door, he says, “I fucking promise.”
The End