Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
“Reese,” she whimpers, raising her hips.
“Not yet. Let me enjoy this. I’ve waited so long for you.”
I feel her tremble under me as I slide my cock the rest of the way inside her, sheathing it in her warmth. Holding myself fully inside her is the single greatest feeling I’ve ever experienced, and I am in no hurry to have it end.
I don’t move the lower half of my body as my mouth kisses every inch of skin I can reach. I move to her breasts and give them more of the attention I was giving them earlier. She’s writhing under me by the time I make my way back to her mouth, and her fingernails are digging into my hands, still holding her down.
“If you don’t make love to me, I’m going to murder you,” she breathes dramatically, and I smile at her.
“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?”
I pull out slowly, loving the sweet drag. My cock is as hard as stone, but she’s completely soaked and my entry is easy. When I thrust back in, I can’t tell which of us moans louder. It’s pure heaven making love to her, and I take my time with it. I move unhurriedly in and out, creating a soft tempo. But after a few moments, it’s not enough for her anymore.
“I’m going to combust if you don’t speed it up. More, Reese. I need more.”
“I think combusting is the fun of it.” I give her a wicked smile, but she squeezes her pussy right when I thrust in, and my smile falls.
Grunting, I bury my face in her neck and give her exactly what she wants. I let go of her wrists, and her hands go to my back, her nails scoring my skin. I thrust faster and harder as her thighs grip my hips and I start to lose control. I wanted to slow down, but my body has other ideas. I’m trying to fit as much of my body inside her as I can.
Knowing I won’t last much longer, I reach between us and stroke her clit with my thumb. She cries out at the pressure, and her legs tighten even more.
“Cum with me, Charity. I have to feel your pleasure on every inch of me.”
Her pussy clenches, and my eyes roll back in my head as I thrust harder and harder. Suddenly, she tenses under me, and her loud moan turns into a cry of release as she climaxes. The feeling of her wetness dripping between us as her passion is unleashed is all it takes to set me off. I keep pumping as I release into her, spreading my semen deep into her womb. There isn’t an inch of space inside her that I don’t cover with cum as I spurt into her heat.
“Fuck,” I utter through clenched teeth as my orgasm keeps going. I’ve never felt anything so fucking perfect, and it won’t stop. I finally cease thrusting and hold myself inside her. But the pulses in my cock pump little drops into her long after I’m spent.
Rolling us over, I have Charity straddle me while my stiff cock still tries to keep cumming. I’m completely drained, but he hasn’t gotten the message. My cock hasn’t softened in the least, and I’m still filling her pussy to capacity.
Charity breathes hard on top of me, but then I feel her lips on my naked chest. I brush a curl out of her eyes, and she gives me the softest and sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. My chest aches at how beautiful she is and how lucky I am that she chose me.
“I love you, too,” she says, and I feel the sting of a tear in my eye.
I’ve never been a man to get emotional, but this is the woman I’ve dreamed about. She’s the woman I will spend the rest of my life holding hands with, experiencing life with, and maybe creating new lives with. Having her love me is more than I could wish for.
“You’re mine now, Charity,” I say, kissing her softly. “Best Valentine ever.”
She laughs and cuddles against me as I start to move inside her. It’s going to be a long night, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life learning every inch of her body.
EPILOGUE
CHARITY
“Today was perfect,” Reese says against my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses there as I sit straddling his lap in the living room. “I didn’t know a light-up sweater could turn me on so much.”
“I breathe and you’re turned on,” I giggle at him as his hands slide up the back of my sweater. His only response is to grunt and keep kissing me, unwilling to take his mouth from me. I moan and wiggle on his lap. We’ve been together a year now and still can’t keep our hands to ourselves, not even when I was about to burst when I was pregnant with our twins.