Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“I want you to enjoy it too. What feels good to you?”
“You’re riding my cock, baby. There is nothing in this world that feels better than that. You’re so tight and warm. It’s as if your pussy is blanketing my cock in its embrace, and it’s the most incredible feeling.”
“I feel like I could come. It’s so deep.”
“Good, because it’s taking every ounce of control I have not to come.”
“You can. I mean, it’s okay. Inside me, I mean.”
“Fuck, baby. You can’t say that. I’m hanging on by a thread, and you come first. Always. Ride my cock.”
Doing as he says, I brace my hands on his shoulders and start to move. I fumble around until I find my rhythm. He grips my hips tightly, helping me rock front to back.
“So… good,” I pant. I can feel my body racing to the cliff of desire.
“Your pussy is squeezing the hell out of my cock, baby.” He slides one hand between us and starts massaging my clit, and the electricity in my veins intensifies.
“Ollie!” I scream as my orgasm washes over me. One arm tightens his hold, and he grunts, and I feel him as he releases inside me. I don’t know if it’s because I can feel his release or just the knowledge that he has, but it seems to intensify my orgasm, and I feel like it goes on forever.
I collapse against him once the tremors stop. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest.
“You still with me?” he asks.
“No.”
He chuckles. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up, so we can get to bed. Tomorrow, I get to wake up with the love of my life, and we get to have Christmas with our families.”
“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, baby. We’re really doing this.” He lifts me into his arms and carries me to the shower. He washes every inch of my skin before helping me dry off and putting us both to bed. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I ask Oliver. We’ve just pulled into my parents’ driveway. I thought it was best that we tell them before I announced to my entire family that Oliver and I are official.
“Yes.” He doesn’t even hesitate in his reply. “Are you ready for this?”
“I am.” I nod. “They know that if I’m bringing you home, it’s the real deal for me.”
“Good, because I’m not letting you go. I don’t care if they hate my guts. I’m not letting you go.”
“They’re not going to hate you. They want me to be happy. They want a man to love me with everything he has, and me to return that love. That’s all they want.”
“So, they’re not going to freak out that I’m ten years older than you?”
“No. Deacon is ten years older than Ramsey. It’s going to be fine.”
“Let’s do this. The sooner the entire damn world knows that you’re mine, the better.”
“I guess we need to tell everyone at work too.”
“I’m pretty sure they all think we’re fucking regardless.” He chuckles.
“You’re probably right.”
“However, I’ll make damn sure they all know, especially Mason. I might need something fixed in my office on Monday.”
“Stop.” I laugh. “Let’s go before you get any more crazy ideas.”
He points at me, and I know that means I’m supposed to stay in my seat so he can open the door for me. I let him have this again, certain he wants to make a good impression on my parents. What he doesn’t realize is that he’s already done that. My smile is all they need to know about how this man treats me.
He opens my door, offers me his hand, and together we make our way up the steps. I don't bother knocking, even though my parents aren’t expecting me. “Family! I’m home!” I call out. We left our gifts in the car. We’ll exchange once we make it to Kincaid Central with the rest of the family.
“You don’t live here anymore,” Beckham calls back.
“Merry Christmas to you too, little brother!” I shout.
“Blake!” Brooklyn rushes into the foyer to greet me. “Who are you?”
“Brooke, you remember Oliver.”
“He’s holding your hand.”
I chuckle. “He is. Where are Mom and Dad?”
“In the living room.” She takes off, racing toward the living room. “She’s got a boy with her.”
“A boy?” Oliver chuckles as I lead us into the living room.
“Hey.” I smile at my family. “You all remember Oliver.” I turn to grin at him. “Oliver, you remember my family, right?” I never thought this moment would happen for us, yet here we are.
“It’s nice to see you all again,” Oliver greets them.
I raise our entwined hands in the air for all to see. “Oliver and I are dating.”
“I told you!” Dad says, smiling at Mom.
“You were right, sweetheart,” Mom says to pacify him. “Have a seat,” Mom tells us.