Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
At this moment, I realize, without a shadow of a doubt, that I’m going to love this man until I die. Then I come. Epically. I forget how to breathe, how to speak, how to think. I’m not quiet; all I can hear is my heart beating in my ears and my crazy shouts of pleasure. I vaguely hear him grunting and shouting my name as he fills me with his hot seed, but nothing else matters but him and me. The connection we’ve made here has to be special otherwise, no one else would ever get anything done. I’ve never felt so safe as I do with him. He drops his big body down on me, pressing me into the mattress. I like it. He’s everything I ever wanted in a man and then some.
Chapter Nine
Kent
Fuck! Nothing has ever felt so good or right. I’ve fucked before, but this right here with Belle was something otherworldly. This was making love through and through. The moment I slammed into her tight, wet cunt, I knew I was done for. I was half in love with her before I even met her, but this connection we have seals it and pushed me all the way in love with her.
When I was inside of her, pumping away, all I could hear was her moans, my groans, and my heart beating so fucking loudly; I thought it was going to beat right out of my chest. It felt like a heart attack, but really fucking pleasant in a way I imagine heart attacks aren’t.
I don’t want to come off too strongly, but I want her in my home from this day forward. I want her in my bed, riding my cock, giving me babies, and loving the fuck out of me just as much as I love the fuck out of her.
I’m still lying on top of her. She doesn’t protest; instead, she’s lovingly stroking her fingers down my sweaty back while I pepper kisses on her chest. She sighs contentedly, and that’s all it takes for my cock to harden inside of her again. She giggles, and I feel that all the way to my balls.
“Are you in pain, mon amour?” I ask after raising my head to look at her.
“No, are you?” she asks, and I start to laugh. Then she does, and my laughter turns into a groan as her pussy squeezes my cock.
“That’s gonna get you fucked again,” I tell her, flexing my hips. She just wraps her legs around my waist.
“You won’t hear me complaining,” she says, moaning.
“This is the tightest, wettest pussy I’ve had the pleasure of being inside,” I groan as I begin to fuck her again.
“Maybe don’t talk about other pussy you’ve fucked. I don’t like it.”
“Jealous?”
“Wouldn’t you be if I started talking about all the cock I’ve taken?”
“You haven’t taken any cock. Your blood on mine proves that.”
“Not in my pussy, but I have other holes,” she says, moving her hips in time with mine. All I can do is growl; she just laughs. “See? It’s not nice.”
“Sorry, baby girl.”
“Don’t apologize, just fuck me,” she moans as I thrust into her faster and faster.
No other words are necessary. I kiss her when I feel her pussy clench around me. She juices more and more, and I can’t hold back anymore. I unleash inside of her, painting her ripe womb with my seed.
I take her over and over for the rest of the afternoon. Eventually, her stomach rumbles, and we get up so that I can feed her. After we get dressed, we walk out into the living room, only to be greeted by my sisters. All of them. They are all grinning at us. Then they start clapping. I look over at Belle, expecting her to be upset or mortified. Instead, she’s smiling and bows like she’s been on stage for the last three hours. I’m the one embarrassed. We must have been louder than I thought. I’ve never brought a woman home before, preferring to keep them away from my sisters. I didn’t even hesitate with Belle.
“Belle, these are my sisters: Tasha, Marsha, Alisha, Portia, and Marla,” I say as I indicate each one of them. “Girls, this is my fiancee, Belle.”
“Fiancee?” Portia asks, clearly surprised. At thirty-three, just having a girlfriend seems insanely juvenile to me.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,” Belle says, not skipping a beat.
“We haven’t heard anything about you,” Marla says.
“Well, we should change that. I was going to see what I could rustle up for dinner. Wanna help?” Belle asks.
“Sure,” Alisha says. “Do I know you?”
“I don’t think so. I know Kent said we were the same age. Did you play volleyball?”
“I did.”
“We probably played against each other.”
“Yeah, you’re a Baton Rouge Bobcat aren’t you?”