Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Free those naughty, pierced tits and get on me before I shove my cock down your throat.”
Fawn’s gaze shot back up to mine. Her eyes flashing with the same hungry desire I felt. She raised her hands and untied the shiny string holding her halter-style dress up, then let it fall down before she had to tug the fabric to get it over her big tits. The moment those nipples—decorated with the fourteen-karat gold barbells that had diamonds on each end—were bare, I reached for her breasts. Needing to feel their weight in my hand. I loved the fact that she wore the barbells. When I had given them to her, I had feared she’d refuse.
Telling her that the diamonds on her nipples were for me and a selfish purchase was the only reason she had taken them.
“I didn’t think these perfect pink nipples could get any more beautiful,” I said, running my finger over the hard pebble. “I was wrong.”
Fawn tugged her skirt up to her waist and lifted her long leg over my lap while I continued to play with her breasts. “Diamonds tend to have that effect,” she teased, then lowered herself, brushing the hot, slick folds of her pussy over the head of my cock.
I pinched both nipples hard, and she threw back her head as she sank down on me. My length wasn’t what stretched her so intensely. It was always the girth of my dick that brought pleasure. The low moan as she took all eight inches made my cock pulse. She was a fucking siren. Everything about her was sexy.
I placed my hands on her hips and urged her to move. I wanted to feel the tight walls of her cunt milking me. “Ride me hard,” I urged.
Those insane eyes locked on mine, her mouth slightly open, cheeks flushed as she started to bounce up and down on my dick. I was torn between watching her face or tits. Both had me ready to blow like a damn teenager.
“Garrett,” she whimpered as her eyes glazed over.
“Fuck me, pretty baby. Soak my cock with that hot pussy,” I coaxed.
“Oh God,” she cried out as her nails dug into my shoulders.
“He’s not the one taking this tight cunt,” I growled. “I am.”
A wicked smile curled her lips as she let out another sexy sound.
I grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed before slapping the right cheek. The flicker of pleasure that crossed her face had me doing the same to the other side.
“Only Daddy fucks this pussy.”
My twisted taunting sent her shouting out my name as her cunt began to throb and pulse. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it back, then bit the curve of her neck as my own release burst out of me. I pumped my hips as my cum marked her as thoroughly as my teeth did.
When we both came down from the sheer rapture our fucking seemed to always take us to, I wrapped my arms around her and held her against my chest.
Never had I felt like this. It was unique, addictive, intoxicating, and I knew there wouldn’t be a day in this life I wouldn’t want this woman. Not just for the scorching hot sex we had, but also for the way she gave me a reason to enjoy life. She opened my eyes to the things I’d been overlooking. Taking for granted. Everyone needed a foundation, a center, something in life to hold them when the rest of the world took off in a million directions.
Fawn was that for me. I’d already lived almost fifty years without her. I wasn’t going to waste the rest of what I had left.
“I love you,” I said, realizing that I had never once spoken those words. Not to my past wives. Not even to my own sons. The guilt from that shocked me. It had taken this woman to teach me to accept that emotion.
She leaned back until her eyes found me. I watched as she searched my face with disbelief.
“You do?” she whispered.
I cupped her chin in my hand. “I love you. I adore you. I need you. I never want to be without you.”
Her eyes began to fill with tears, and she let out a shaky laugh. “I love you too,” she said softly. Then laughed again. “I thought I couldn’t love anyone but Gypsi. I thought I was broken in that way. But … but I love you. You found a way to remove the pain from my past and opened my heart up.”
Hearing her tell me she loved me and admitting she’d never loved another man had me wanting to pound on my fucking chest. However, what pain was she talking about from her past? The darkness that had flashed in her eyes when she said it triggered something in my chest. What was in my girl’s past? And who the fuck did I need to kill?