Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
His big shoulders start to quake as he makes low growling sounds. I know he’s close…
I press my breasts together and start bouncing up and down, jerking him off with my tits as he cries out, thrusting along with me.
My mouth drops open with a moan as I look down just as he begins to orgasm. Hot cum shoots out all over me. Thick streams coat my chin, my mouth, my chest, my tits. I dig my needy clit onto my heel and cum along with him, crying out as I get painted with this hot seed.
I lick what I can of him off me, but the rest gets taken away with the swishing water.
Emmett groans as he sinks into the warm bath. His big hands find my breasts again, playing with my erect nipples.
“I like this show,” he says with a sexy smile.
“You haven’t even watched it,” I say with a laugh as I sink back into the water too.
“I don’t need to,” he says as I turn in his embrace, my back on his stomach. He pulls my hair off of my wet neck and begins to kiss it. “I have my Khaleesi right here. You’re the only queen I need.”
I turn and tilt my mouth up to his. He kisses me long and hard until I feel the needy heat between my legs come roaring back.
My Khal Drogo.
Breaker of my hymen. Destroyer of my comfort zone.
This man is all I need as well.
And I’ll never let him let me go.
Epilogue
Lindsay
* * *
One year later…
* * *
“Are you okay?” Emmett asks as I stand in the doorway, staring at our empty apartment for the last time.
It’s time to leave. The moving truck is full downstairs, waiting at the curb.
Our real estate agent will be waiting for us at the new house—key in hand—where we’ll be able to start a new life and build a lifetime of new and happy memories.
I’m excited for that—thrilled for it—but there’s a part of me that’s sad to leave this place.
This is where I met Emmett. Where I first saw him sleeping in his bed, sprawled across the mattress (like he does every night hardly leaving me any room by the way), and where I fell in love with the man of my dreams.
It’s also where I found myself. Discovered that I could be more than just a lonely hermit. Realized that I could actually be a woman to love.
Emmett comes up to me from behind and slides his big muscular arms around me. His palms come to rest on my stomach as he holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. I know that to him, I am.
“I’ll buy it for you,” he says as we look at the empty living room where we made love on the couch more times than I can count and at the kitchen with the granite counter that was always so cold whenever he lifted my bare body onto it. “I’ll talk to the landlord and purchase it. We can come visit it whenever you like.”
“No,” I say softly. It will remain a fond memory for the rest of my life, but it’s time to move on. Plus, our new house has so many rooms that it’s bound to keep us busy for a while as we christen every inch of it. “It’s okay. It’s time for a new start.”
He kisses my neck and I get warm shivers all over.
“A new start,” he says between soft kisses, making his way down to my shoulder. “Just me, you, and our baby.”
I put my hands on his and breathe in deep when I feel her presence. The doctor hasn’t told us its sex yet, but I know it’s a girl. I can feel it.
We’re three months pregnant and I don’t know how I can wait another six months until I get to see her. I can’t wait.
Emmett’s mischievous hand moves from my belly down into my pants. I moan when I feel his hand on my pussy, getting me instantly wet.
“I guess we could try out that kitchen one last time,” I say in a breathless tone as his strong fingers slide through my aching folds. When he slides it up and starts rubbing my clit, I know it’s over. The moving truck is just going to have to wait.
He kicks the door closed and I turn in his arms.
After a year together, he still looks at me with pure desire. And it still gets my pulse racing every single time.
He kisses me hard and then lifts me up with a grunt. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the kitchen and lowers me onto the island one last time.
I’m not sure what our new kitchen counters will feel like, but I hope they’re not always this damn cold.