Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Please…please…please…”
My fingers moved faster and became urgent until her pussy clamped down, letting me know she was close. She couldn’t hold back any longer and screamed out my name.
I didn’t give her a chance to recover, fucking her with my mouth, tongue, and fingers, over and over again.
She came.
And came.
All the way down my throat.
Exactly how I wanted her to.
Within seconds, I was standing and turning her around. Slamming my mouth against her with my tongue in her mouth. She moaned, tasting herself all over my lips.
“I’ll never get enough of your sweet pussy. I was starving for you.”
My hands were all over her body, roaming, feeling every curve like I couldn’t decide where I wanted to touch her the most. She leaned into my touch, needing to feel me as if she needed the air to breathe.
I couldn’t get enough of her, and the feeling was mutual.
Sitting her up onto the table, in one thrust, I was balls deep inside of her.
“Ahhhh…” she huffed, trying to catch her breath.
I thrust in and out, each one more demanding than the last. Fucking her like I wanted to make us one person. Nothing compared to this woman.
To us.
Haven Beckham was made for me.
End. Of. Story.
“Right there…don’t stop…right there…” She eagerly panted as I roughly gripped onto her hips for leverage to pound into her, my cock hitting her g-spot.
“Here,” I baited. “Right here, Peach? Or here?”
“Yes…”
“Your pussy is so fucking tight, so fucking wet, so fucking good…”
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her back arched off the table, coming so hard. I kissed her, stifling her screams of ecstasy. It only intensified my desire and need for her. Her sounds grew louder the closer I got to coming apart.
I fucked her harder.
Faster.
Mercilessly pounding into her, my balls were drenched from her wetness.
“That’s it, baby…squeeze my cock with your tight cunt. I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of you.”
The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room.
“I love you,” she moaned.
It was all it took for me to come deep inside of her. It was only then I realized…
I just angry fucked her.
Twenty-Nine
Haven
“Momma!” I shouted, running down the stairs into the kitchen with my glass piggy bank. “Are you ready?”
I froze on the spot, seeing my brothers and Daddy were there too. Jace was home on leave from the Navy.
“Where are you two going?” Dad questioned, kissing momma’s cheek.
“Oh, you know…” She winked at me. “Just two gals going shopping.”
Daddy looked at me. “Why do you have your piggy bank?”
I wasn’t allowed to lie, so I just shrugged.
“We’ll be back later this evening. You guys should order a pizza if you get hungry.”
They nodded.
I threw on my shoes, and followed her out to her car.
Once we were pulling out of the garage, I giggled, “That was close.”
“It was.” She laughed. “Are you excited?”
“I’m super excited!”
“How much money do you have in there?”
“Like a million dollars.”
“That’s a lot of money.”
Ever since I could remember, I’d been saving all my money in my piggy bank. I didn’t know what I would spend it on until Momma and I decided we were going overseas after I graduated from high school.
“Does the bank know we’re coming?”
“Yes, I booked us a meeting. They’re expecting us.”
We were going to open our private account where I could put my money. Momma said it was called a deposit and we were going to open a savings account for us.
“How much money are you going to deposit?”
“A million dollars.” She winked at me again. “Let’s get some lunch. I’m hungry. What do you want to eat?”
“How about lasagna?”
“That’s a great idea.”
We ate at one of my favorite restaurants, talking about everything. It was already the best day. I loved having girl time with her and having her all to myself.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
I thought about it for a second. “I’m not sure. Maybe a cheerleader.”
“I was a cheerleader.”
“You were?”
“Yes, I was actually captain of my team senior year.”
“Wow. That must mean you were really good.”
“I was. Your daddy loved my uniform. He’d come to all my games just to watch me cheer.”
“That’s because Daddy loves you with all his heart.”
“He does.”
“Momma, do you think I’ll find a boy who will love me like that?”
“I know you will.”
“How do you know?”
“You’re a very special little girl.”
“I am?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
‘Well, for one, you’re an old soul.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you act older than you are.”
“Is that why Daddy says I’m only eight, but act twenty-one?”
“Something like that.”
“Does that mean when I’m twenty-one, I’ll act fifty?”
“That’s a good question. Ask me again when you’re twenty-one.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Momma, how did you know daddy was your forever?”
“He’s my soulmate.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means the person you’re supposed to be with.”
“Oh… Does that mean my soulmate is already out there and I just have to find him?”