Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Of course,” he says in a low deep voice. “I lost everything when you left, but I never lost hope that we would be together again someday. You’re the only thing that matters in my life.”
With perfect timing, Charlie snorts out a hot breath.
We both laugh. “You matter too, Charlie,” Colin says with a smile.
I can’t stop smiling as I watch him while he carries me up the steep slope. He’s so hot. That long beard, that strong prominent nose, that furrowed brow—he’s like a hot sexy Viking stealing me away.
I lick my lips as I place my hand over his. “I saved myself for you too,” I whisper.
He suddenly stops. He’s holding his breath as those intense eyes burn into me. “You did?”
“Yeah,” I say as I reach up and slide my palm along the side of his face. “I won’t make you wait any longer.”
He swallows hard as we stare into each other’s eyes.
His legs start moving again, a little faster. “I’ll get you home quickly.”
“No,” I say as I squeeze his big shoulder. “I can’t wait another second…”
“Here?”
I nod with a willing smile on my face.
He leans down and kisses my mouth. My pussy aches with heat and anticipation. I need him. I need my man.
Colin gently lowers me onto the mossy ground as Charlie wanders away and then lies down for a break.
“I’ve dreamt of this moment my entire life,” he says as those sexy eyes roam down my body. My nipples harden and tingle as his shameless eyes pass over my chest. “We were always somewhere classy and nice, never in the dirt.”
“I don’t care about that,” I say as I grab his shirt and pull him on top of me. “I just want you inside me.”
I pull his lips onto mine and we kiss like long-lost lovers as we pull and claw at our pants. He unbuckles his belt as I lift my ass and pull down my yoga pants and underwear.
Colin grabs them and yanks them off the rest of the way. I lay back down on the mossy ground as he climbs between my legs and presses his big hard cock to my soaked opening.
“Oh yes,” I moan when I feel his thick head pushing into me. “Take me, Colin. Take me.”
With a carnal groan, he thrusts into me. I cry out when I feel his long thick cock sliding deep into my pussy. He tears through my cherry, taking it forever. I’m his now. I’m all fucking his.
I cling to his arms as he slides in fully, the thick base of his cock pressing against my aching clit.
“That’s my good girl,” he moans in a sexy erotic voice. “Saving this sweet pussy for your man. It’s all mine now.”
“It’s always been yours, Colin,” I say as my back arches. “I’ve always been your good girl.”
I’m burning for him. I’m already teetering on the edge, he feels so good. I’m not going to last long…
He pulls his hips back and thrusts into me three or four times. We both erupt.
“Fuck,” he growls through gritted teeth as he pushes his cock in as far as it will go and releases. The feeling of his hot cum entering me sets me off as well. I grab his arms, digging my nails into his skin, and cum hard all over him.
Waves of blissful heat rip through me as I hold onto my man, feeling more connected to him than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
We’re finally there. Everything has clicked into place and I couldn’t be happier. We’re back together and stronger than ever.
Sometimes in life, you have to take a step back to take a bigger step forward. That’s what this time apart has been for us. We both grew up and realized that we’re better together than we are apart.
This time, I hope it lasts.
“Oh my God!” my mother dramatically screams as Colin carries me down the street.
“I’m fine, Mom.”
“Thank you so much, Colin,” she gushes as he walks toward the house. There’s a whole crowd on the lawn. Oh no. Are they all here for me?!
I’m not used to this small town treatment anymore. In London, no one would have shown up for me, but this place is different. It’s kinda nice.
“Great job, Colin,” a big muscular man in a park ranger uniform says as he walks over. “Although, I bet Charlie here did all the work.”
He drops to his knee and the excited dog wags his tail as he waddles up to him. Poor Charlie is exhausted after all that hiking.
“Who’s that?” I whisper as I watch him pour some water into his cupped hand. Charlie laps it up with his long pink tongue.
“The park ranger,” Colin whispers back. “Noah Wright.”
I’m feeling kind of embarrassed and foolish with all of this hoopla, and being carried in Colin’s arms like I’m a child is not helping the matter.