Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 98992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
The ultimate shit.
God, I love every minute of it.
How could I not?
I love her.
Fuck…I’ll always love her.
Slowly, she slides her mouth completely off but not before leaving her signature kiss on the top of my sensitive tip.
Love that too. Her “I love you” kiss is something she’s done since the first time I got my cock between her thin lips.
This chick literally worships my body. From head to toe I’m regularly licked, kissed, touched, and praised for being the hottest shit – even when I wasn’t feeling like it. And I do the same for her. Licking and kissing and worshiping at the altar of curves she irresponsibly refers to as only her body.
Whenever it’s fucking possible, “church” is in session with us.
And the praying for more time to be there never stops.
Pres releases a little giggle as she wipes away the drop that landed on the corner of her lips instead of down her throat. “You taste like strawberries.”
“How many times have I told you that I was the most nutritional part of your day?”
Her giggles grow louder, and I smile wider, drinking in the sight, getting drunk on the sounds, not caring even a little about the fact my limp dick is just hanging out on the outside of my jeans.
Fuck, I love listening to her laugh. Being the reason why she laughs. Watching her smile. Making her smile. I’m know I’m going to spend the rest of my life with this girl, and I still felt like every moment together could be our last, which makes it my duty to make sure I absorb every little bit of her.
“Um…,” she innocently begins, side of her head hitting her headrest, “your dick's still out.”
“Oh, I see. Just take what you need and go.”
More snickers.
More encouragement to keep joking.
“Just gonna treat me like those expensive ass Starbucks drinks I’m always buyin’ you.”
“Frapps.”
“Just gonna lick me like the fucking frosting-”
“Whip cream.”
“And then push me away until I melt into sugary sadness.”
She laughs much louder, and I swear everything in the world is perfect. At least in mine. “You already nutted up, now put it up.”
It’s my turn to laugh at the slightly lame joke. Most of the ones she usually tells are; however, I love that she fucking tries. They aren’t quite dad joke bad but typically close enough. With a wide, open-mouthed grin still on my face, I slip my dick back inside my boxers, zip my jeans up, button them, and pull my collared shirt back down.
“Ry,” her gentle voice whispers indicating exactly what it always does when we’re finished fooling around. When I look back up into her dark brown eyes, I hate what I see. I hate the sad softness to them. I hate that they have the capability to be both sad and soft at the same time. I always try to avoid being the reason they get like this. I want to always be the reason they light up. Fucking sparkle. That is what gets me out of bed after a bad night at home. She’s what gets me out of bed.
“Pres…”
She momentarily hesitates, and I do the dumb thing where I think for a second she’s not gonna ask what it is I know she is.
“You’re sure it doesn’t bother you?”
An annoyed sigh comes out of me despite my attempt to keep it neutral.
This reassuring kick she’s been on lately is getting really fucking old. I don’t know where it came from. I don’t know who keeps getting under her fucking skin about being a virgin, but I need them to knock it the fuck off. I don’t need my girl upset or worried she’s not enough after every goddamn blowjob or mutual MB sesh. I like when the shit ends with talks about skipping college classes to do this shit in each other’s dorm rooms when our roommates are out and all the places we’ll get off in our future apartment. I love that shit. I hate this. But…comfort is what she needs, and I always want to give her what she needs.
Dialing back down my irritation requires a bit of effort. “Yeah, baby, I’m sure.”
“But-”
“For fucks sake, Pres, if I wanted to be fucking, I’d let you know.”
Her swollen lips clamp tightly together.
“You know I respect your decision on that shit. You gotta know that by now, right?”
Doubt flashes itself in her eyes, yet she forces herself to nod.
“Baby, I love you enough to wait until you’re really ready. Not that ‘I think I am because everyone else is’ bullshit. We’re talkin’ the real deal. The no doubts, no regrets shit.”
Relief slowly starts to shift into her stare pushing me to continue.
“I’ve already waited over a year, Pres. I’ll wait another. Or four. Or seven. Fuck it, ten. I’ll wait ten years if I have to.”