Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“You feel so good,” I tell her as I take her nice and slow. I love fucking her hard and fast like we did in the bathroom earlier. But I also love moments like this when we make love to each other at an unhurried pace.
“It just gets better and better,” she moans as she writhes around me. “You’re always so big.”
I smirk down at her. “That’s your fault, my pretty girl.”
“Stop flirting, and fuck me properly,” she complains.
I chuckle. It’s amazing to have someone I can laugh with, in and out of the bedroom. Those years of waiting for each other were worth it. I know that every time her tight heat is wrapped around my cock, every morning I wake up to find her cuddled up in my arms, and every time she whispers my name, like she’s doing right now.
“I love you,” I whisper right as we come, shuddering in each other’s arms as we chase that high together. It’s messy and loud and perfectly us.
“I love you, too, my big mountain man,” she says with a sated smile on her face.
We lie together for hours in bed, alternating between making love and just holding each other. It’s midnight when we finally leave the bedroom to seek our dinner. She pauses in the living room. She’s wrapped up in my shirt and her hair is messy. She gestures toward the box. “I just want to see if the pillows match. Do you mind?”
I grab a letter opener and reach for it, pausing only briefly when I see the return address. I’m pretty sure this isn’t the home décor she’s expecting. I open the cardboard and step back so she can go through the contents.
“This is a product box from one of the show’s sponsors. I wasn’t expecting it to arrive for another two weeks.” With a delighted expression, she pulls out something lacey. “I don’t know that I’m hungry anymore.”
My cock goes hard when I see the beautiful lingerie. Never realized I was the kind of guy that cared about lingerie until I got with Ginger. “Oh, no. You’re eating a hearty meal then you’re modeling that cute little outfit for me.”
She giggles. “You’re so bossy.”
“And you love it,” I answer as I scoop her into my arms and carry her into the kitchen. The first order of business is feeding my beautiful woman. The second is opening up that new box of toys and exploring it with her.
EPILOGUE
GINGER
“How long are we aiming for?” I ask Grizz as he gently cups my face. We’ve been married for a year, and he has a fascination with photography. His knowledge quickly surpassed mine, and he’s considering taking some photography classes from the college in Asheville.
I’ve already asked him to take over the feeds for my social media accounts, and he’s more than happy to photograph anything for me. Of course, the photography sessions usually end in mind-blowing sex.
I’ve changed the videos, and the focus of my channel. It felt strange to me to be talking about single sex when I was married, so I went to Grizz. I asked him how he felt about a shift in the content. He was incredibly supportive of it, the only caveat is that I’m careful about details that might identify one or both of us.
He worries about a creep finding me online and trying to track me down. Which is crazy because my man is now the one who monitors the comments on my videos and in my online group. He’s quick to filter out anyone who’s inappropriate or makes group members feel unsafe. He’s my big bulldog, watching over all of us.
“Three minutes,” he answers, placing a gentle kiss to my lips. We’re experimenting tonight under the moonlight with some erotic photographs. He wanted to capture us together. He got excited, saying something about the shutter speed and exposure that he’d recently learned. I couldn’t deny him. He never asks me for anything and lives to make my life easier.
The two of us now manage my video channel together while juggling his camping store and helping out at my mom’s candle shop. But we don’t mind. Our lives are busy and full, but very fulfilling.
Soon, they’ll be even busier, but Grizz doesn’t know that quite yet. He doesn’t know that I threw up my lunch today for the third time this week or that I took a pregnancy test. Mom was right there with me when I got the results. I’m carrying my husband’s child, and I can’t wait to tell him.
I lean into his touch, feeling my naked tits rub across his bare chest. The moonlight is the only illumination out here in the backyard.
Nearby owls are hooting and the creek is bubbling. The wind whispers through the tall grass, and the few leaves still clinging to the trees shake with anticipation of their coming fall.