Is This Love (Everlasting Ink #2) Read Online Kaylee Ryan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Everlasting Ink Series by Kaylee Ryan
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
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She grips my back, digging into my shirt. I long to feel her nails dig into my bare skin.

Releasing her nipple with an audible pop, I stand upright, pull my shirt over my head, and rid myself of my bottoms and boxer briefs in one swoop. I capture the opposite nipple in my mouth and lavish it with the same attention.

“Legend.”

“What do you need?”

“You.”

My heart hammers in my chest. I should tell her she has me for as long as she wants me, but I can’t do that. Not while we’re naked together. That needs to be a conversation for when we’re not in our bedroom bathed in darkness. I need her to be able to see my face, to see the sincerity in my words. I don’t want her to think it’s the heat of the moment that’s fueling my declaration to her.

“You have me.” It’s the best I can do without saying too much.

“I need more.”

Dropping to my knees, I place a gentle kiss on her belly. “Like this?”

“Lower.” She grips her bottoms and pushes them past her hips, boy-short panties and all.

I kiss just above her pussy. “Here.”

“Legend.” She groans. “You’re teasing me.”

“Does my wife want me to lick her pussy?” I ask.

She inhales sharply. “Yes. That.”

“Say it.”

“Lick me there.”

“Come on, gorgeous. If you want my mouth on this pussy, you have to tell me.” I don’t know why, but I need to hear her say it.

“Lick my pussy, husband.”

My cock is weeping from her words. I grip the backs of her thighs and rest my forehead on her belly. I need a minute before I embarrass myself and come just from those four words. She gave me more than I was asking for. When I think I have a semblance of control, I stand. “On the bed, baby.”

She climbs onto the mattress. I blindly feel for her legs, grip her ankles, pull her to the edge, and drop to my knees.

“Look at you, so wet for me,” I praise as I lift her legs over my shoulders and do as my wife demands and lick her pussy. I feast on her, massaging her clit with my tongue. She writhes, lifting her hips, burying her hands in my hair. When I push a long, thick digit inside her, she moans, and her legs lock around my head so tightly that I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

I don’t want to move. I want to lap at her, devour her as she comes on my tongue. I don’t stop until she’s calling out my name. Her pussy grips at my finger like a vise, and I can’t stand it. I need to be inside her.

Standing, I lift her into my arms. I balance her with one hand. Not that I need to do much. She’s wrapped her arms and legs around me like a monkey. Lining my cock up at her entrance, I push in.

Home.

I have never felt this level of belonging like I do when I’m inside her.

When I’m inside my wife.

When she pulses around me and her eyes roll back into her head, it only takes a few deep, hard thrusts, and I’m coming with her. Inside her. We gave up condoms a few weeks back. We were out of them and so worked up, but then she told me she was on the pill. I’ll never forget that night. The first night ever being inside a woman with my bare cock. It’s fitting that it was with my wife. She might not have been my first sexual experience, but she’s the first one who meant anything to me.

I carry her into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I take my time washing every inch of her before quickly drying us both off and carrying her back to bed. I hold her naked body next to mine, knowing that this is what I want my forever to look like.

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

Monroe

Soft music and a heavenly smell that has my stomach growling greet me as soon as I walk in the door. Today is Valentine’s Day. We both had to work, so we decided a quiet night in was how we would celebrate. If anyone asked, we told them we had a romantic dinner planned at home. That’s our story. But from the low lighting, the music, and that delicious smell, my husband has made it our reality.

Carefully, I set my bouquet of roses that Legend had delivered to me at work today on the table before kicking off my shoes. I toss my purse and keys beside the flowers and go in search of Legend. I find him in the kitchen, pulling something out of the oven.

“Something smells good.”

He glances at me over his shoulder. “Hope you’re hungry.”

“What are we having?”

“Baked steak, mashed potatoes, and corn casserole.”



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