Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“Is that why you came ready to be fucked? Your cunt is soaking wet, so I think it wants me to touch you.”
Her moans of pleasure echo in the air as I slide my cock against her slit.
Then I grab her by the hair, lift her up, and bring her down on my hard cock.
Dahlia’s arms curl around my shoulders, and her face buries in the crook of my neck.
I thrust deep and she rolls her hips, meeting me stroke for stroke.
When I suck on her shoulder, she bites my neck, leaving her own mark and branding me for good.
“You’re riding my cock so well, wildflower.” I stroke her hair, whispering in her ear, “Your cunt was made for me.”
“Show me.” She sucks on my earlobe. “Harder.”
“Fuck.” I fist her hair, then wrench her head back and kiss her deep as I go harder.
Faster.
Until she’s bouncing on my cock and speaking in unintelligible syllables.
I can be inside this woman every day, three times a day like a fucking meal, and I still can’t get enough.
She trembles, holding on to me tighter, and I go deeper, knowing how much she loves it.
What I love, however, is hearing her scream my name as she shatters around my cock.
Her body trembling, her lips reaching mine, kissing and whispering my name.
I don’t last long, thrusting into her warm cunt a few more times before I fill her up with my cum.
One day, I’ll fill her up with my baby. Babies, plural. And she’ll be mine forever.
Our family will be the break from the past for the both of us.
We’ll never leave our kids in a cold world on their own, and we certainly won’t be torturing emotions out of them.
“I love you,” she whispers, panting as she looks at me with those eyes, a mixture of yellow and green. “I love you so much, Kane.”
“I love you, too, Dahlia.” Wrapping an arm around her back, I reach under the pillow and produce a red velvet box, then open it. “Be my wife. My Mrs. Davenport who’ll join me in giving the world the middle finger.”
Her eyes widen as she stares between my face and the blinding ring that matches her eye color. A perfectly imperfect mismatch of green, brown, and yellow.
A rare gemstone that was worth every cent.
“Oh my God. This is stunning.”
“Is that a yes? Actually, you don’t get to refuse.”
“I won’t. You’re stuck with me.” A shine glints in her eyes as she offers me her hand. “I’ll have no other man but you, Kane. You have my heart, body, and soul.”
“And you have mine.”
As I slide the ring onto her finger, she kisses me while smiling.
And crying.
And I lick those tears.
Happy tears.
The only tears Dahlia will ever shed from now on.
Because she’s my world. And I’ll burn anyone who comes close to it.
THE END