Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
I press my chest against her back as I thrust deeply inside her. I feel one with her. Selling my half of the club to Damien and moving on with this girl is the right thing to do; I know that for sure now. As long as I have her by my side, I’ll be complete.
I reach up and grab her breast, using the other hand to snatch hold of her hair and tug it back, causing her back to arch even more. It should be impossible just how sexy she looks. My lust for her is so intense I can barely control myself.
“Look at you,” I growl. “So unbelievably sexy. That tight little eighteen-year-old body.”
“Pound me, sir,” she moans, leaning back, her mouth open for my kiss. “Pound my pussy.”
I snatch her by the jaw and kiss her lips. “Who taught you to talk like that, huh?” I smile. “Someone here is a bad influence on you.”
My cock swells with such excitement I can barely contain myself. Is this angel real? How did I find her?
I kiss the back of her neck and feel a shiver run through her body, ending in her sweet little hole. Suddenly it’s like her body is trying to keep my cock from leaving, and moving inside her is ten times as hard.
I groan. “Oh, baby. You’re close, aren’t you?”
She whimpers. “Oh my God, yes.”
The point of no return hits me like a wrecking ball. Her pleasure is my pleasure, and hearing her little whimpers as I rut inside her is all it takes to send me over the edge.
“Get ready, beauty. I’m going to unload inside you now.”
“You are?”
“Oh, yes.” My cock is like a bar of hot steel inside her. I lean up and press my lips to hers but leave a slight gap so I can speak. “And you’re going to feel every single time I spray inside you, baby. And you’re going to love it. Are you ready?”
“I…I’m ready—”
But Tilly doesn’t even get a chance to finish speaking. I don’t know which one of our orgasm hits us first—maybe her, maybe me—but we both start coming together, and neither of us is able to talk as it happens.
Her pussy flexes around my shaft as I erupt, pumping her hole full of my seed, breeding her as she’s meant to be bred, my head spinning the entire time. All I can do is groan, her moans ringing in my ears as I grip her hard in my hands, my cock buried deep inside her.
It’s magic. Pure magic.
I snatch her to me, kissing her all over, letting her know about all the feelings rushing through me.
“That felt…incredible,” she whimpers.
“You’re damn right it did.” I grin as the last spurt of my seed sprays into her. “I think I’m addicted to this pussy now. And you know what else?”
Tilly blushes as she looks back at me. I’ll never grow tired of that face. Everything we did has me feeling like a whole new man.
“I love you.”
Tilly gasps slightly. Her jaw drops, and her eyes widen slightly. I wasn’t even prepared to say it, but I did. It just came out so naturally, without a single hint of regret, the way a religious man might say a prayer at the end of a church service.
“My God, Colt.” Her voice quivers as she speaks. Even her body shakes slightly, flexing the muscles of her sex around my shaft, still inside her. “I…I love you too.”
I lean in and kiss her, and it feels as though my entire world has come together.
Now there’s only one thing left to do to make things right.
9
Colt
“Just a coffee,” I tell the waitress. “Black, please.”
“Nothing else?” she asks. “Our burger will make ya run home and smack yo momma!”
“Oh, I wouldn’t wanna do that to my momma,” I chuckle. “No, just the coffee, thank you.”
The waitress shrugs. “Your loss, darlin’. Comin’ right up.”
I’m sitting and waiting at the diner for Damien, and although I’ve only been here for about four minutes, it feels more like a half-hour. The waitress returns with my coffee, asking me one last time if I’d like to try that great burger of theirs, but after I tell her no one more time, I finally see Damien’s car pulling up in the parking lot.
He looks slightly more relaxed today and is wearing a bright orange Polo shirt as he makes his way up the steps. I signal to him once he’s inside, and he comes over to the booth.
“What the hell are we doing meeting here, man?” he asks, rubbing his palms together like a man who’s struck gold. “We should be at the club. I’ve got to show you these new girls.”
I’ve known Damien for years now, and never have I felt a distance between us. But now, for the first time, I feel a tension that that is so raw it’s like I could cut it with a knife. By the look on his face, Damien doesn’t notice it, but I sure do. I don’t know what to do about it either other than continue with what I have to say.