Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I urge him in, grinding around his cock. He’s not going to fuck me without me fucking him right back. I take him deep, squeezing him, grinding him, urging him to take me harder. Over all the time we’ve known one another, we’ve learned how each of us really likes it. How hard I want him to take me, how gradual I want the journey to be. I know to squeeze his ass right as he thrusts in me; it always gets a pleased growl out of him.
We’re so entwined. So desperate for one another.
I close my legs around him, thrusting my hips against him, every little thing we do sending searing bliss through me. The heat inside me burns hotter and hotter.
“Harder,” I urge him. I want even more than I usually do. Everything he can give me. Every last drop. Every stroke is something beautiful, something greater, something amazing. I cry out louder, my voice echoing through the room. I thrust myself into him, wanting to become as close as I can ever possibly be. The intensity of it all is too much.
Especially as he rubs my clit in rhythm to our love. My nails tear down his back as I struggle to hold on, the sheer power of what I’m feeling just spiraling out of control. The continuous, carnal rhythm sounds out under my screams for him, all of it a symphony leading up to that final, all-powerful climax.
When it hits, it hits me hard. My vision blurs, my muscles tense ever so briefly before I finally have that release that had eluded me for the journey of this tryst.
Bear is right there with me. Holding me tight, fucking me still, letting me wring every little bit of pleasure I can out of all this. He holds me down, his cock finally unable to take any more of the heaven that is my body. He erupts within, his heat so strong as it floods me, fills me, all of it just the perfect finish from a perfect man.
We breathe deeply, holding one another tightly, enjoying the intense afterglow.
“I know I tell you this almost every time,” he manages to say, “but that was incredible. You’re incredible, Char. And I hope you never forget that.”
“I’m only incredible with you, Bear. We can be incredible together.”
He chuckles as he shifts in the bed to hold me from behind, his hand over my abdomen, his nose burrowed in my hair. His embrace is so warm, so wonderful. It’s the most comfortable thing in the world, and I’m dedicated to experiencing this comfort every day for the rest of my life.
Bear isn’t going to hurt me. And I’m not going to hurt him.
I can’t say what happened with his parents. Where it went wrong for them. Maybe they got married for the wrong reasons.
But I feel like I can say it as a simple fact that it won't be the same for us.
We’ll be together, forever more. Building a family, building a home.
All within this wonderful love nest of ours.