Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Every time would build upon the last. I couldn’t wait.
I keep an eye on her expression as I bring my cock toward her slit, its head tickling her clit before I begin to push it in. Even if she’s not a virgin, she’s still inexperienced, and the last thing I want to do is to be too rough with her. She’s nodding enthusiastically at me, though, so perhaps I’m being a bit too dainty with her.
I take her more. She’s so tight, warm, and strong around me. She coos loudly with every inch I push, and the absolute bliss that she gives me in return makes me ecstatic. She takes all of me, and is vibrating in delight as I hold her.
I can’t repeat it enough how fucking perfect she is.
Both of us settled in, I start to fuck her good and proper. I’m not hammering her like a machine off the bat, but I start a good steady pace. Waiting and listening to her. It’s absolute bliss for me, either way, but I just want to hear her screaming for me, for her to be an orgasmic mess in front of me.
“Take me more,” she whispers. “Take me faster. Harder.”
I obey without question. Soon she’s holding on to me, and moving to my rhythm, so enraptured with me. We’re perfectly in sync with one another, meeting each other’s lusts fully, the friction between us sending delightful fire through both of our bodies. I’m shivering with glee every bit as much as she is, my arms wrapping around her, and hers wrapping around me. Our souls are enraptured, completely dedicated to one another and the bliss we share.
Somehow, I hold myself together. I want to hear her sing for me first, but with every thrust, I struggle to hold on. I try to give her a little more than even my cock can give, caressing her tits, her sides, her clit, everything, but she’s holding on. She wants more. And so do I. But I also want that climax, and for her to be right there alongside me.
Lily whimpers, then cries out, every muscle in her body tensing up before the release crashes into her, all of her pounding with sweet, powerful ecstasy.
And that’s all the permission I need.
I let it out. I let the orgasm claim me. I let all my passions shoot through my body, my heart hammering right alongside my cock. I give her everything inside of me, flooding her so fully, the warmth between us becoming physical proof of our powerful need for one another.
We’re both panting fools in love as I collapse onto her, holding her close. I give her a tender kiss. I hold her near, not wanting to go anywhere, pulling covers over our chilly bodies. The only sounds we hear are one another’s heartbeats, the shallowness of our breath, and the rain pitter-pattering on the roof above. It’s a sweet pleasure I wish could last forever.
But the words Lily says to me next make a man out of me. “I love you, Jack.”
I can’t help but respond to her truth with my own. “I love you, Lily.”
With those words out there, I wondered if I could even make myself go through with my original plans now, no matter how pure my intentions may be.
Can I truly lie to the world and tell them that I’m giving my heart to one woman when it truly belongs to another?
9
LILY
I awaken the next morning grasping for someone who isn’t there. My arms flail, looking for Jack in bed, and him not being there fills me with a bit of desperation until I realize for a moment it’s not going to be the end of the world.
Your mind goes to the weirdest of places when it doesn’t have its bearings together, but I guess it also reveals a bit about your truest feelings.
I pull myself up. It’s the best I’ve slept in a long time, even if my entire body aches a bit from the physical activity of the night before. It’s a good ache, one I’m more than willing to endure if it means I get to spend more time with him.
“What do you mean, you can’t arrest him?” I perk up, and see that Jack is sitting at the desk in his room. He’s dressed in only his jeans, the phone call interrupting him getting dressed for the day. “He threatened to murder Lily. He damn near did it. That’s attempted murder.”
I sigh, realizing he must be on the phone with the sheriff, and that things aren’t exactly going our way.
“I’ve never once filed a false report about Max. But just because my uncles did so thirty years ago, it means you can’t take my word?”
His teeth are gritted, his hand nearly crushing the phone.