Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Her words send me right over the edge.
I explode inside her, emptying my balls into her pussy that I just now claimed. She goes off at the same time. I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock, as if trying to lock me inside of her and keep me from going anywhere.
My sweet, sticky seed sprays out of me and coats her walls, spraying deep inside her. Her whole body bucks hard beneath me, and I snatch her by the hips as we rock together, entangled in orgasmic bliss until my cum is dripping out of her and onto the outside of the sleeping bag.
“Oh my God,” she moans as I slump down on top of her, letting my lips rest gently against the soft skin of her neck. “That was unbelievable.”
I kiss her absentmindedly, a smile on my lips as I do so. My cock is super sensitive, but still hard and still inside her. I don’t want to move. I just want to lie here forever.
My left hand explores every inch of her body as though it has a mind of its own. She truly feels like she is mine now.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper into her ear. She giggles, and I finally roll off of her and sweep her into my arms and cover us with the top of the sleeping bag.
I’m fading fast, ready to fall asleep with the woman I’ve just claimed as mine. But I manage to open my eyes and stare at her, lying beside me, wrapped in all the many layers of her beauty. And as I watch her doing absolutely nothing but breathing peacefully, I vow to myself that I will never let anything ever come between us. That nothing will stop her from being with me.
NOTHING.
10
MICHELLE
I wake up feeling like I’ve been transported to another world. For the first time in a long time, I feel secure. I feel calm. I feel happy.
The anxiety that I normally carry with me each and every morning is gone as I take my first deep breath and feel Casey’s heavy arm around me, holding me close to his warm body.
I’m safe here. I’m secure.
But more than that, I’m truly wanted. And not because of some deal between two families, but because of who I actually am.
A man looked at me and chose me for me. And when you’re a girl from a family like mine, what could possibly be better than that?
“Good morning, beautiful.” Casey’s whisper tickles my ear and I roll over, giggling, and nuzzle up against his chest. The way he smells is better than any cologne. If they bottled his scent, every man who wore it would instantly double his chance with any woman.
“Good morning,” I reply, nibbling at his chest hairs. He laughs and snatches me by the back of the neck, forcing my lips to his for a kiss.
“Sleep well?”
I nod. “Best sleep I’ve had in years.”
There’s a throbbing between my legs. It must be from last night and what Casey did to me. I don’t know if I’m just sore or if it’s a lingering effect from the two mind-blowing orgasms he gave me. Maybe it’s both.
Either way, all it’s doing is serving as a tender reminder of just how incredible my first time was and how perfectly Casey handled things.
I can’t imagine having to have gone through that with Jerry. What an experience that would have been. Would he have taken things slowly? Would he have cared about my pleasure or my pain?
No way in hell.
Jerry would have only cared about himself. I would have been lying there miserably while he took me. Then he would have walked back downstairs to brag to his buddies about his performance and how he’d just added another notch to his belt.
But not Casey.
Something has changed since he took me last night, and it’s not just the fact that I’m no longer a virgin. It isn’t just the fact that I might be pregnant either. It has more to do with the fuzzy feeling inside my chest that amplifies whenever I look this gorgeous man straight in his eyes.
The feeling is telling me that I’m in love.
“Join me for a shower?” he asks, standing and exposing his full naked body to me. He’s like a sculpture. A work of art you’d find on a pedestal at a museum.
“How many days a week do you go to the gym?” I ask, propping myself up, not even disguising the fact that I’m checking him out.
“The gym?” he scoffs. “I work construction, sweetie. That’s the only gym I need.”
He leans down and takes me by the hands, I assume to lift me to my feet. But the next thing I know, I’m being slung over his shoulder like a caveman carrying his chosen mate back to camp.