Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
He’s a perfect fit, as if God himself had crafted him for me.
Another kiss, and our bodies entwine in an electric embrace. He holds me steady as he fucks me nice and slow. I shiver in delight as the friction of our lust intensifies. I ease into our rhythm, finding harmony swiftly.
I grind into him, and he thrusts into me. Toned muscles everywhere, a strength that makes me feel safe. “I can tell you’re a bit of a gym rat,” I murmur, the pleasure building, but not yet to the point I’m incoherent.
“You like that?”
“Oh yes. I love a man who can take care of himself. Plus, it lets you indulge in my other offerings much more guilt-free.”
“I like the offering I have here right now, but I’m sure the others are wonderful, too.“ He whispers, the heat of his breath delightfully tickling my ear. “I’ll keep at it, though. For me. And for you, Hannah.”
He punctuates his words with a strong thrust, which makes me cry out in wonder. He rocks against me again and again, every movement building on the last. Our bodies massage one another, chest against breast, thigh against thigh. My arms wrap around his shoulders, embracing him but also holding on for dear life.
It’s so strong. So powerful. My legs wrap around him, something I didn’t consciously think to do, but instinct winning out, something primal inside of me wanting him on top of all the other ways I wanted him. I cry out in lust for him, my nails clawing down his back, something that seems only to excite him more.
Our pace has increased to something so fast. The fire inside me that once only sparked is now a raging wildfire that only wants to grow out of control. I’m panting, struggling, crying out, mumbling something incoherent, possibly about how I love him.
Which I hope he didn’t hear. It feels a bit too soon.
It is inevitable, though. He’s too good. He sought out to make me cum for him, and I’m helpless to stop him. I release blissfully around him, trembling through my whole form, down into my core. I yearn for him, demanding that he give everything he has.
I moan my heart out. It must be music to his ears because he does not stop.
No.
Not until he’s right there with me. His body trembling with mine around him, his own climax coming right with mine, his cock throbbing deep within me, my sex massaging his and aching for everything he has.
Thankfully, he gives it to me. I feel his cum inside me, all of his heat erupting deep into me, burst after burst. God, it feels good to be filled up by him.
We settle down, breathing heavily, holding one another closely. We shift in the bed, finding the plush pillows of this luxury mattress, and come to rest with me in his arms, his fading yet still throbbing cock pushed against my ass.
“You’re something amazing,” he whispers to me. “I knew you’d be ever since you stormed into my office.”
“You’re not bad yourself,” I say, rolling over to look into his eyes, running my fingers over the curvature of his pecs. “Although this doesn’t mean I’m going to forget that you’re, however, indirectly, the reason for my bakery being closed.”
“I assure you, we’ll check it out first thing in the morning.”
“I’m holding you to it.” I’m exhausted and am drifting away in his arms. I’m in no rush for the morning to come. The longer this moment lasts, the better.
FOUR
hannah
The next morning, I head back home, with Elias in tow.
He offered to have us driven, or to drive himself, but I’m not going to leave my truck in Smithport. Instead, I’m giving him a ride.
“That’s a lot of farmland,” he says as we drive along a long stretch of road between the city and the town. “I thought you said Evergreen Valley is, well, a valley? A lot of woods and forests nestled in between some mountains.”
“Rural life kind of runs together a bit. When the forest ends, there’s plenty of fertile fields for crops to grow. It’d be a waste not to use them.”
“You know, it always seemed a bit romantic to me. Back to basics. Tending to the land. Growing food. Feeding people.”
“It’s a lot of hard work. It’s far from as glamorous as... well, farming’s never been glamorous, but whatever glamour you think it has, it’s probably not as good as you think.”
“Oh, I know. My father’s got a lot of flaws, but he’s always warned me never to think that the grass is greener on the side. Even if in this case, the grass here is much greener than anything I’ve seen in Smithport.”
I smirk. “A lot of sunlight and less air pollution will do that.”
“Is all this owned by one guy?” he asks. I’m a bit surprised by his curiosity, but he’s a city boy. Probably has never been anywhere where a coffee chain wasn’t a five minute walk away. “Or has it been all taken over by big companies?”