Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Are you watching this? I want you to see me when I take you, watch your wetness coat my cock, feel us together as we move as one, and listen to our breaths when I take you.” His hands hold on to my thighs. Our eyes are locked on where we’re joined, and I know in this moment, I love Bridger Jennings with my whole heart, for my whole life.
SIXTEEN
BRIDGER
“Damn.” Words are hard to get out in this moment as I feel Kellie’s pussy clamp around my cock. Sure, I’ve been inside her before. Nothing like I’m about to be though, and there’s no other place I’d rather be.
She thought I didn’t hear her say I love you, giving me her whole heart. Kellie, though, she murmurs words, sentences, little quotes here and there. Almost talking to herself, but not quite. It’s probably from all these months she’s been alone except for the times I’ve had her come over or when Taylor and Raelynn would drag her out for lunch and shopping.
My hands are holding her thighs tightly to my body, not wanting her to use any leverage she can. I know my girl—she’ll take me when neither of us are really ready.
“You need to move,” Kellie pleads with me. I want to take this slow, let her get used to me. Not hurt the woman I love more than anything on this earth.
“Slow, sunshine. We’re going to savor every moment of this.” I groan when my cock sinks further inside her pussy.
Kellies hands are fisting the sheets. “Bridger, please do it now. Make me yours and you mine,” she begs. When she puts it like that, I can’t hold back. My cock is at her barrier. I hold her tighter than ever before, knowing full well her body will be decorated with my handprints tomorrow.
My hips move back, and in one thrust, I’m all the way inside her. I swear to Christ, the way her cunt is molding to my cock, I’m the lucky one in the equation. What she’d want with a man like me, I’ll never know, but if this is the kind of heaven I’m getting, there’s no way I’ll do anything to fuck it up.
“I feel you, Kellie. You’re squeezing me so tight. I’m going to come so deep inside you, you’ll feel me there for days,” I admit.
“Oh God, Bridger. Come inside me, please.” Her hands leave the sheets and grab my own hands where they’re on her thighs, thighs I love as much as the rest of her, even if I am a tit man. And damn, do I love the way they bounce every time I slide in and out of her.
“Yeah, sunshine. I’m going to,” I grunt out as I feel her bear down on my length, knowing damn well she won’t get hers, but I’ll be taking care of that as soon as I can.
My balls draw up tight, and I know I’m about to fuck my cum so deep inside her, if she doesn’t get pregnant, it will be a damn miracle, even with her on birth control.
“I’m coming inside you, Kellie. Feel me, sunshine.” I groan as I come after only a few more thrusts of my hips.
“You feel so good, Bridger,” she coos. I look down into her eyes. Letting her see the love and devotion on my face even though neither of us has used those three words, not counting how she mumbled them it in her sleep. That shit does not count since Kellie was comatose. Hell no. My body stills, unable to take the movement anymore. I’m that fucking sensitive.
“Damn, woman, I think you wrung my dry.”
“Then I guess I did my job,” she jokes.
“Yeah, you did, but you didn’t come, and I’m about to rectify that right now.” I pull out of her, not giving one shit about the mess I leave behind. My woman is getting my mouth.
“Bridger, you don’t have to do that. You’ve given me so much pleasure.” Her tone is soft and delicate, floating in our quiet room.
I don’t give her a response. Instead, I lie flat on my stomach, throw her legs over my shoulders, and eat my woman like the starving man I am until she comes apart on my mouth.
SEVENTEEN
KELLIE
Two Weeks Later
I can’t believe how incredible it was to give myself to Bridger. Sure, there was pain, that was expected, but the way he made sure I had an orgasm after, not caring about tasting himself while doing so, it was indescribable, down to the way he made sure I was well taken care of after. The warm shower pounding down on us as he gathered me in his arms until he washed every inch of my body, being so very careful when doing so. It was only fair that I returned the favor, which got us both ridiculously hot and bothered again. Bridger was adamant not to give in to my temptations out of fear I would be too sore to even walk the next day.