Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
She placed her glass down and they spoke with their silence.
Wrapping his hand around the back of her head, he brought their foreheads together. Closing his eyes, he listened to her breathing. He could envision her lungs filling with oxygen, and then the beautiful exhale into another moment of life. Letting go, he pressed his lips to hers in an oral embrace as he circled her waist with his arms and squeezed her. He brought her so close, they were practically one.
‘Dangerously in Love With You’ started gently beating through the speakers. Beyonce spoke for her—because the woman was quiet, but her eyes sheened over with all he needed to know. He reached for her shirt, his gaze locked on hers, and slowly undressed her like the amazing gift she was. When he was finished unveiling his prize, he removed his own attire and stepped away from the pile of clothing he’d left on the floor. He picked her up and placed her against the wall, her head resting right against the bullseye of an archery board, and he slid against her body, slow and easy, until he felt the slit between her legs moisten to his touch.
She pumped her wide, soft hips against his nature as he bit softly into her neck. Slender fingers rounded the back of his neck and a trembling sigh escaped from the full, lush lips he claimed as his and his alone.
He slipped a finger against her love—not inside, just gliding against her clit and the soft mounds he’d kissed over a hundred times. She held onto him as she began a slow, slippery grind on his hand. His lips connected with hers and he deepened their kiss, gliding his tongue inside her warm mouth while he slid his hard muscle against her, still keeping his finger on the effervescent, hot pulse. Rubbing her pussy lips and clit in slow circles, he worked her up into an ardent frenzy. Her wetlands emptied as she quaked against him, her head falling lax against his shoulder, giving him the opportunity to lavish her neck with kisses.
He drifted with her as her orgasm wracked her body, and when she’d arrived and descended, panting and breathing hard on her way down, he yanked her thighs farther apart and guided himself inside her depths. She cooed in his ear as he entered her, then he took hold of her thighs, ushering them around his waist. With her back against the wall, her head against that bullseye, he rammed her with a series of sharp plunges, the board behind her banging with each thrust. His legs burned as he ran a marathon while standing still, determined to feel her in every way possible. Cordae’s, ‘Two Tens’ seduced his ears as he worked his way in and out of the road to heaven.
“I’ve got your back.” He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, sweat dripping down his face.
“And I’ve got yours… Ahhhh, oh, baby…” She tossed her head back as his pace quickened until he exploded. The pleasure of his body merged with his mind, binding him to her, his one true love. At last, he placed her back down onto her feet and they stood there, naked, hot and sweaty.
She’d been his target, but he ultimately became the bullseye…
“Mom, I know,” Honey stated with a smile as she walked up the street, enjoying the morning weather. “But I’ll be home soon. It feels good to be missed for a change.” She smiled as she made her way past a large Blue Spruce tree. The landscaping in Archer’s neighborhood is incredibly beautiful. He lived quite a bit away from his closest neighbor, and there was plenty of open space.
“Last time you were gone this long, I ended up seeing you on the MSNBC talkin’ about immigration reform, and you were over somewhere in Timbuktu, with gunfire and fireworks going off in the background, just standin’ there smilin’ with your camera on your shoulder, like nothing important was happening.” Honey swallowed a laugh. “All I could think about at that time was, ‘Why can’t my baby take pictures of flowers and car shows? Somethin’ safe.’ That’s what I get for namin’ you Honey. I thought it was pretty… wasn’t until you was three months old I found out it was the same name of a damn porn star.” They both laughed at that. “…But you playing it safe just wasn’t in the cards. You’re like your father. Malik.” Honey’s smile faded.
“How so?” She knew the answer, but she figured she may as well get ready to argue with her mother about the same ol’ things, over and over again. This way she could point to an exact statement so that mom wouldn’t try to play the victim later. She’d started it.
“Whenever someone would tell your father to stop at the finish line, he’d run right through it. Go twenty more miles past the line. He was always runnin’ towards something nobody but him could see.”