Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Sometimes when I’m inside you,” he growled. “I feel like things can’t get any better than this. Then you say ‘I love you’ or tell me that you’re considering moving in with me, and I realize that things can be better. I just never got to look forward to the better before. Never got to experience better. But with you, each time it happens, I’m stunned all over again. Questioning how the hell I got to be so lucky. How the hell I got you. How the hell you’re so sweet.”
I dropped down to give him a kiss, pressing my lips to his softly. Sweetly.
“I can’t help the sweet,” I told him. “It’s just me.”
I pulled away and became deliciously aware that the move forward had put me in a new position, one where my breasts were dragging along his chest. My nipples were rubbing against the smattering of chest hair that he had, and his cock was now so deep that I felt like he was in my womb.
“I know it’s just you,” he said. “That’s what I’m trying to say. You are the common denominator here. You’re the reason I get up each day now.”
My cheeks heated.
“You were doing fine before you met me,” I pointed out.
He paused with his cock fully buried inside of me, then pulled me down until he could suck on one of my nipples.
“Exactly,” he said. “I was doing just fine. But now if you were to leave me? I’d know exactly what I was missing. I’d know that you were out there, without me, living life, and mine wouldn’t be the same.”
Tears pricked my eyes.
He was saying such beautiful words that I didn’t know how to handle it.
“You’re crazy,” I told him. “I’m nothing special.”
He swirled his tongue around the peak of my nipple and laughed. “You’re everything special.”
After that, neither one of us talked much.
He fucked me slow and hard, filling me up so full that there was room for nothing, not even air.
I could feel my wetness staining my thighs, and there were wet sounds filling the air along with our panted breathing.
His eyes either stayed locked on mine, where we were connected, or the way my breasts bounced and jiggled with each of his thrusts. Honestly, I wasn’t really sure how the hell I managed not to watch where we were combined.
I spread my pussy lips and looked down the length of my body at him filling me, and my eyes were fascinated at how far I could stretch to accommodate him.
Grinding my teeth, I circled my hips and felt my insides quiver.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
Since my hand was already spreading me wide so I could see, I moved one finger up and circled my clit, knowing that I wanted to come with him.
He growled when I started touching myself, slightly speeding up his thrusts.
I’d been so engrossed in the show that we were putting on, enjoying the hell out of how we felt together, that it took me a while to get there.
But when I did, there was no doubt that it would be big.
Everything, when it came to Pace Vineyard, was big. His heart. His cock. The orgasms that he gave.
I groaned when I began teetering on the edge.
Sensing my closeness, he pressed on my hips, signaling me to lean backward.
I did, using my free hand to rest right above his knee.
That was when I saw his phone out and it pointed straight at where we were connected.
The way he had it angled, you wouldn’t be able to see my face. But he would be able to tell.
I knew he wouldn’t share it with anyone, so knowing he just wanted to see it for his own personal use only turned me on more.
I shattered.
My orgasm shot through me, and my body clenched into one giant knot of muscles as it reigned supreme. All my other senses narrowed into one giant pulse of need.
My nipples tingled. My asshole clenched. My vagina spasmed.
Sparks shot out behind my closed eyelids, and a shout of release filled the air as I screamed.
When I would’ve stopped rubbing my clit, he took over, helping me ride out my orgasm until the very last dregs were yanked from my soul.
He grunted seconds after that, hands pausing as his orgasm took him over.
I breathed out deeply at the sight.
His face was a mask of tortured pleasure, and his teeth were clenched so tightly that his jaw had to have hurt.
I heard the electronic beep of his phone as he turned off the recording, and I collapsed onto his chest in a boneless heap.
He wrapped both of his arms around me and held me tight for a few long minutes.
Long enough for his cock to begin to soften.
“You have to get off,” he sighed sadly. “I don’t want to lose this condom inside of you.”