Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
He wraps his hand around his girth and strokes himself. I move lower, opening my legs wider. “That’s what I need, Mason. I need you... inside me... now.”
He positions himself at my core and slowly enters me. His hands go to my waist, and he pulls me to him as he thrusts inside me. I wrap my legs around him, and he pummels me. “You feel so good, Mia. I think about you all day, and this right here is where I want to be.”
I reach down and rub my clit with my finger. My pussy clenches, and Mason throws his head back. “Yes.”
I strum my clit while he moves in and out of me. When he hits my G-spot, the orgasm rips through my body in an instant, and I dig my heels into his back. He lets himself go then, painting my womb with his seed. His grunts of satisfaction fill the room, and I watch as the orgasm puts him over the edge.
Breathless, he’s watching me. I know that look. He’s not done with me yet; he just needs time to recuperate.
I run my hands up his stomach. He still has his shirt on, and he flinches when I get to his chest. I feel the bulkiness underneath. “What is that?”
He’s still inside me as he pulls his T-shirt off. There’s a clear bandage over a fresh tattoo. I lean up and look at the red heart that’s right over his heart. In big black, bold letters, it says Mia.
It looks like I’m not the only one that was wanting branded today. “Mason... when... how?”
He shrugs. “I miss you when I’m working. This way, you’re always with me... That’s corny, right?”
His cheeks are ruddy, like he’s embarrassed. My voice is thick with emotion. “No, Mason. Not corny at all. I actually kind of love it. I want one.”
His cock jerks inside me, and I lift my eyebrows. “Again? Already?”
He shrugs. “Fuck, Mia, you talk about me branding you and yeah, I’m ready again.”
I push him off me, stand up, and point to the chair. “Have a seat, husband. It’s my turn.”
He does as I ask and sits down in the chair, his cock hard between us. I walk over and straddle him. Yeah, the tattoo can wait...