Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Thomas.”
Yeah, I knew what she needed. My free hand wrapped around her neck while the two fingers buried in her cunt slowly pumped in and out. . My thumb rubbing slow circles against her clit.
“What will it be, Sadie?” I fucked her with my fingers and squeezed her neck until her hands gripped my forearms, her pleasure imminent. As soon as she was close, I stopped. “Answer me, Sadie.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed her hips forward, sending my fingers deeper inside.
“For fuck’s sake, Thomas. Yes, okay? Yes, I want you to be my date for my daughter’s wedding tomorrow. You’ll sit right up front with me. Is that what you want to hear?”
I smiled. “Okay, Sadie. I would love to be your date to Kat’s wedding.”
“Good, goddammit, now make me come.”
“Happily.” I spun her around, and she planted her forearms on the desk while I unleashed my cock and slid into her cunt from behind. It was a hard fuck, a fast fuck. My hand found her throat again, and her hand fell on top, squeezing just as hard as she liked. Her pussy pulsed around me, sucking my cock even better than her sweet mouth.
“Thomas,” she growled, her voice a warning. Her pleasure was just out of reach. I had to see her. I needed to see her face when she came apart.
I slid my cock free and turned her onto her back with an expectant smile, but Sadie pushed at my chest, never one to be outdone.
“No more pussy for you, Thomas.” She dropped to her knees and gripped my cock in her hand, sliding her tongue between the flesh at the slit of my cock. “I’ll get you there. Trust me.”
“I do,” I growled as she stroked my cock and licked my sac. I trusted this woman too much. With my heart. With my fucking life. I watched Sadie, in awe of the woman she was, full of beauty and steel. Her green eyes met mine as my cock disappeared into her mouth and down her throat.
She moaned and sucked me like I was her favorite brand of whiskey. She made love to my dick with fast, shallow moves and then slowly took me deep down her throat and swallowed. My cock slid down her throat, and my knees went weak.
My cock exploded, and Sadie drank me down, her gaze never wavering, never drifting away from mine.
“Fucking love you, woman.”
She didn’t say anything, but I felt the hum of pleasure she let out at my words, starting at my balls until that low hum worked its way up my spine and exploded through every pore in my body.
Yeah, she was mine.
Sadie Rose was mine in all the ways that mattered.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Sadie
“Friends, family, and loved ones of Katherine and Terrance, the bride and groom, are eternally grateful you could be here to witness the joining of their lives in matrimony.”
The burly Justice of the Peace stood between Kat and Terry, his bright white teeth showing through his bearded smile.
“Kat and Terry,” Kat stage whispered, looking beautiful in her white gown that showed off her lean curves. She had lowered the neckline and shortened the hem, but the dress was elegant, understated, and very clearly the dress I’d worn on my own wedding day.
“Right.” The bearded man smiled. “Kat and Terry.” He looked around at the gathered crowd, Maisie beside Kat and Jasper beside Terry. Calvin and Ava Rose sat in the front row behind Terry, beside Vanessa and Maddie. To my left sat Virgil with Thomas on my right, his hand on top of mine.
Kat was gorgeous in her white dress, red smile, and blue eyes shining with so much love I had to look away. As in love as I thought myself to be with Colm, I’d never felt the way she looked at Terry in this moment. That kind of love, I was sure, had eluded me. It had been reserved for Jasper, Virgil, Kat, and Calvin. And now, Ava Rose.
Kat wasn’t just a different woman; she was a better woman than me. She’d found a way to be strong without compromising her ability to love and be loved. She and Terry were both gangsters at heart, but when it came to their love, they were a fucking Hallmark movie.
There were good things in store for them.
“Marriage isn’t just a contract; it’s a promise. A commitment made by you, Kat and Terry, today to share your life and your joy, your pain, and your sorrow. Celebrate your victories and take solace together in your failures. A commitment to help each other achieve the best possible versions of yourself and your love.”
I listened to these vows with an open heart, noticing how different they were from the religious vows Colm and I had taken. These vows weren’t about possession and obligations, it was about making it work because you loved the other person and wanted it to work.