Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
"You make me crazy; I just want you inside of me," she pleads, her voice breathless.
"Hm, your wish is always my command, beautiful." I don't hesitate, pushing the tip of my throbbing cock past her entrance, groaning as I sink into her fully. Her nails dig into my arms, and we move together, our bodies in sync as we chase the inevitable explosion of pleasure.
"I can't hold it long, I...I'm going to come," she gasps, her body trembling around me. I slow my thrusts, trying to prolong her pleasure, wanting us to reach that peak together.
"So sensitive," I murmur into her ear, feeling the flutter of her pussy around my shaft. I slip a fingertip between us, circling her clit as I take her left hand, sucking her ring finger into my mouth, all the way to the shiny diamond I've just placed there. "Mine," I think, the word resonating in my mind as I realize how lucky I am to have found the woman of my dreams.
Finally, I can't hold back any longer. My release surges through me, and I come in hot, thick jets, coating her with my seed as I whisper, "I love you. I love you so much. The sunshine pales in comparison to your light.”
I kiss her neck, our bodies slowing, moving together in a gentle rhythm as we both come down from the high.
"You bring all the rainbows to my life.” I confess, my voice filled with affection. “For so long I searched for a precious artifact, but I realize now it was you I was looking for all along.” I hum against her lips. “I realize now I had to feel it. I spent so long burying burying my feelings to survive I forgot how to even feel them. You helped me find myself, Clara.”
"Marcus…" she hums sweetly. “I could lay here with you just like this forever.”
I catch her wrist in my palm, peppering it with kisses before my lips find the new ring on her finger again.
"Mm," I hum around her finger, feeling her pussy shiver around my still half-hard cock, lodged right where he belongs. "Whatever makes you happy and horny, baby," I tease, nipping at the tip of her finger, "my job here is done."
Chapter Ten
Clara
Marcus leans in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss that quickly deepens. The kiss ignites something primal within us both. I feel his hands explore my body again, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My own hands move over his skin, feeling the tension and desire that mirror my own.
His hands roam my body, his touch both gentle and commanding. I arch into him, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He whispers my name, his voice filled with reverence and love. Each word, each touch, drives me closer to the edge as we make love as a newly engaged couple.
“My sweet, sweet sunshine,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re everything to me.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I respond in kind, my voice barely a whisper. “I need you again, Marcus.”
He grunts, and we move together, our bodies melding into one, our hearts beating in sync. The intensity of our connection is almost too much to bear, but I welcome it, embrace it. This is where I belong, in his arms. He’s intoxicating. The way he moves, stalking me with those predator's eyes from across the room, makes my pulse quicken, my mind filled with fantasies of his hard body pressed against mine. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and every inch of him is focused on me.
“Fuck my face, baby. I need to taste this sweet cunt again before I’m satisfied.” His voice is a low growl as he grabs my hips with those wide, possessive hands, pulling me tighter against his mouth. The heat of his breath fans over my clit, and when his teeth catch the sensitive bud, I gasp, my body arching into him. He drags his teeth slowly, deliberately, before shoving two fingers deep inside me, curling them just right. A moan escapes me as he commands, “Pinch those pretty nipples for me.”
I don’t hesitate, my fingers moving to knead my breasts as his other hand captures my wrist, guiding my touch, his words hot against my skin. “Harder, princess. Don’t make me do it myself—I want to hear you scream while you come.”
A sharp breath catches in my throat as I obey, pinching my nipples harder, the pleasure-pain searing through me, making my body shiver. His teeth drag across my clit again, and I groan, the sensation almost too much, yet not nearly enough. My hips move on their own, seeking more of the intense pleasure that only he can give.
“Pinching them feels amazing at first,” I husk out, “and then almost painful after.”