Cream Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
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I see her swallow hard like she’s fighting back tears and reach out to take her hand. It feels so perfect in mine.

“I finished school and came back to take over the farm, and after a while, I realized he was right. I did love it.” I smile, thinking back to those first years as boss. “But he was gone, and we never got to reconcile. I never got to tell him he was right.”

The base of Luna’s eyes are filling up with tears now.

“Brent…”

“I’m not telling you this to manipulate you, Luna,” I say, stepping closer. “I don’t want you to feel bad for me. I want you to understand me. I want you to know that you’re the only person on Earth I’ve ever told this to. Other than my mom, no one knows this story.”

Even in this light, I see her pupils expand. Her gorgeous eyes flash, and she steps close and presses herself against me.

“And what do you want from me, Brent?” she asks. I’ve never heard her so vulnerable before. A sharp contrast to the performance she was putting on minutes ago.

“Trust, Luna,” I reply. “I want you to believe me when I say that all I want is you. I want your love, your devotion, your affection, your beautiful body, and I want you to be my partner and that last piece of joy that’s been missing from my life. Because that’s what I am offering right back to you.”

Her gaze drifts to my lips before surfacing back to my eyes. I slip my hand around her waist and palm her lower back, pulling her tighter against me as though we were dancing.

The rest of the room seems to fade away–the music, the sounds of chatter, the other bodies moving around us. It’s all gone. All that exists in my world at this instant is her.

“What do you say, Luna? Will you make me happy and whole?”

My eyes focus on her beauty.

Please say yes.

Be mine, gorgeous.

Be mine.

She shifts he feet nervously and looks down, and I feel a nervous flutter in my chest. But then she looks up, and the look on her face tells the whole story.

She nods, smiling happily.

“Yes, Brent. Yes, I will!”

I can’t stop myself from rushing my lips to hers. We kiss, and I’m pretty sure I hear someone in the background clapping, but I ignore them. I don’t care who’s watching right now. It could be 20 thousand people, and I wouldn’t be bothered. But I don’t get too handsy with her, as we are still in public.

When our lips finally part, I press my forehead against hers, not wanting to put any distance between us. After a moment, Luna asks, “So was it really coincidence that brought you here tonight? The universe bringing us together? Or was it something else?”

I chuckle. She really is a clever girl.

“You might want to ask your friend Kate about that one,” I reply. “She had a hand in getting me and Chloe to this specific party tonight.”

“Oh, that little scheming bitch!”

We both laugh and kiss again. Her lips melt against mine, and I drag my tongue across hers, already falling into the fantasy of what the rest of my life with Luna will be.

EPILOGUE

BRENT

Five years later…

I watch as my son Matthew, two years old today, walks over to his gorgeous mother and is swept into her arms. A sense of warmth and contentment settles over me like a warm blanket as I kick my feet up on the coffee table and take a sip of my Arnold Palmer.

Time sure does fly.

It’s hard to believe it’s been five years. Five years since I met my wife, Luna. My love, my heart, my partner in life. The piece of me that was missing and I didn’t even know it.

I watch her as she sweeps Matthew up and swings him around as he giggles in the pink and purple rays of evening sun beaming through the large, plate-glass windows of our living room.

She’s wearing a simple pair of white linen pants and a tight, white top that hugs her physique to perfection. I love watching her play with my son. It just reminds me of how strong we are as a family–of what we’ve built together.

She catches me eyeing her smiles as I make a suggestive tapping motion against my wrist. It’s only a few minutes until Matthew’s bedtime, but due to a meeting out of town, it’s been two days since I’ve been able to get my hands on my beautiful wife. And I’m dying to do so.

“All right, sweetie,” she whispers to our handsome young son. “It’s time for bed.”

He squirms slightly and puts on his pouty face. “I’m not tired, Mommy!”

“Oh, I can tell you are, baby boy,” she says, heading down the hallway to his bedroom. I watch her hips sway back and forth, feeling my cock already growing hard just at the sight of her as I think about how good it’s going to be to get back inside her. Being denied the feel of my wife’s pussy for more than 24 hours is bordering on torture.



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