Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I continue to stroke her with my tongue, mapping her body, until she’s yanking on my hair and murmuring incoherently. That’s when I move higher, going for her clit. The little nub is already swollen and puffy. I suck it into my mouth at the same time I ease a finger into her tight channel. Her thighs clamp around my ears and she raises her hips, offering herself to me.
I keep playing with that little nub and working another finger into her. I’m sucking and teasing until she’s bucking and yelling my name into the night. Fuck the suburbs. We’re never living there. We’ll always be out here in the country where she can scream her pleasure out to the universe.
I continue stroking her body as she floats back down. Then I yank off my clothes and toss them. I’ll never find them again in the dark. But then again, that might give me the perfect excuse to keep her here until dawn. The thought of spending the night making love to her curvy body has more precum leaking from my cock.
I strangle the fucker, willing him to behave. That’s for her now. All of me is for her, but especially my come. The only place I want that is between her pretty thighs where it belongs.
Stretching out above her, I support my weight on my forearms. My cock nestles next to her hot pussy, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Being on top of her with all of our naked skin touching makes me feel like I’ve found home.
I kiss her again and when our lips connect, she groans at her own flavor. As far as I’m concerned, her essence is my new favorite one. I’ll always want her taste on my tongue.
“You’re going to take my cock now,” I tell her. “But I’ll make this good for you. I’ll get you addicted. You’ll crave my cock day and night. Now spread those pretty thighs wide for me. As wide as you can. Your man is big. There’s a good girl.”
I notch my head at her entrance before glancing up. I want to see her face, memorize the first moment she sees me move inside of her. I mean to go slow but her pussy sucks me in deep and before I know it, I’m pushing all the way inside.
She lets out her breath. “You’re so thick. So hard. Does it always feel this good?”
I pull out only to ram back into her, my heavy balls slapping against her ass. Damn, I don’t think it gets better than this. Better than being connected to my woman in every way. “It’s good because it’s you and me.”
When I slip out of her this time, I reach for her clit, circling it around the way I did earlier with my tongue. Sweat coats my body and the scent of our arousal mixes with the earthy smells of dirt and dew. “Give me one more.”
“I don’t think—” She protests as her nails scrabble for purchase on my arms. She’s raising her hips up, bucking against me and seeking her next release.
“I said one more,” I grunt and pinch her clit.
She detonates on the spot, clawing at me and howling my name to the heavens. I join her chorus of noises, coming with a roar of my own.
It’s only as my hot seed fills her that I realize I didn’t ask her about birth control. Probably because knowing she was on anything that would keep my sperm from getting to her eggs would anger me. I want this woman pregnant with my babies.
She moans my name one last time when we’ve both stilled. For a moment, I don’t move. I don’t do anything but close my eyes and focus on the weird sensation in my chest. It takes me a moment to understand what it is. Love. I’m in love with this woman.
I glance down at her and see her eyelids getting heavy. I press a soft kiss to her forehead. Tomorrow we’ll talk. Tonight, I’ll get her back in my bed where she belongs.
I carry her home using the light of the forest to guide me. When I place her in our bed, a wave of satisfaction goes through my body. “Sleep, sweet girl. I’ll wear you out again tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” she whispers and snuggles against my body.
I close my eyes and drift into a dreamless sleep that’s only interrupted when I hear the soft noise of Princess meowing.
I reach to put my hand on her, to comfort her in my half-awakened state. But she’s not on my chest like she normally is. No, she’s somewhere else.
Forcing my eyes open, I glance around the room. Not only is Princess not in the bed, neither is Molly. She’s not anywhere.
That’s when I hear Princess meow again. It’s a mournful sound, as if she’s grieving something.