Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 128307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Are you sure you’re ready for that, freckles? You’re already struggling to take my fingers. Do you think you’ll be able to handle my cock?”
Pre-cum leaks from my crown when she asks with the utmost certainty, “Have I ever backed away when challenged?”
“Never.” I tug her down the mattress, my fingers never leaving her pussy. “But there’s no harm in ensuring you understand exactly what you’re getting yourself into.”
After kneeling, I use my free hand to snap off the damp material hiding the wonderment of her pussy from my eyes before I blow a hot breath over her slicked slit. She moans. When my mouth finally lands on her delicious-smelling pussy, I barely hear her over my thudding heart.
I don’t remove my fingers from her pussy while eating her like I’m starved of taste. While lavishing her clit with the full attention of my mouth, tongue, and teeth, I finger-fuck her greedily.
I eat her hungrily. Desperately. I can’t get enough, and before she can warn me, an uproar of devastation rips through her body.
Macy’s moans when she comes are lyrical gold, and the way her thighs hug my ears assures me I need more than one of her orgasms coating my face.
Her pussy tightens around my fingers when I talk over her pulsating clit. “One more.” But she doesn’t reply. I don’t believe she can.
I like that a lot.
As I swivel my fingers, stretching her in preparation to take my cock, I tap her clit with my thumb before slowly rolling it. My fingers are still pushing in and out, but I slow down when she tries to hide her ecstasy-riddled face with a pillow.
I want her to watch me like she has in the shower multiple times, and to see how my body reacts to her excitement. Pleasing her is enough to make me come, and I need her to know that. Regardless of Cameron’s lies, Macy was never a project for me to fix. I don’t want to fix her. She’s flawless as she is. I just want to be with her and admire her. To love her as she should be loved. And although I could do that with words, actions always speak louder.
In addition, I crave her eyes on me. The need is as perverse as my cock’s wish to sink deep inside her.
Don’t mistake what I’m saying. Our connection is about more than lust. Even if doctors prohibited me from touching her for eternity, I’d still stay by her side, supporting and loving her.
That’s what love is.
It isn’t an infatuation that dies down in a couple of months. It’s years of yearning, even when your soulmate is in the room with you. Months of deceit while trying to convince yourself that they’re not who you want, and decades of commitment.
My knees throb when my obsession with Macy’s taste sees me bringing her to climax again and again. I don’t stop until she soaks the bedding under her fantastic ass, and I can’t help but notice how much more she enjoys my hands on her than her own.
Pleasure pools in my stomach so hard and fast that before Macy is even halfway back from the cloud, I tear through the condom my pocket hasn’t been without for the past two weeks while we waited for the doctor’s approval to move our relationship into sexual territory.
After a quick scan of the room, I flip Macy onto her stomach before pulling back on her hips. A groan shreds through my throat when the head of my cock pierces the slipperiness between her legs. She’s drenched from front to back and grinding back down on my dick like she can’t wait a second longer.
“Look at me,” I demand, staring at her reflection in the wall of mirrors.
The built-in closets with mirrored doors were designed for practicality, but at the moment, they are showcasing the most sensual image I have ever seen.
Macy’s cheeks are heated and flushed, her eyes are wide, and even after she drenched the sheets with proof of her multiple arousals, she shows no signs of embarrassment.
Even if she couldn’t feel what her body does to me, she can see it. Not from gawking at my cock, which hasn’t stopped throbbing over the past thirty minutes, but from the sheer admiration in my eyes.
I am obsessed with this woman, utterly and wholly devoured by her. She is mine, and it will take more than a bullet to steal her from me.
“Ready?”
When she nods, I guide my cock through the seam of her pussy, coating myself in her juices.
“You’re so fucking wet.” I don’t recognize my voice, but for once, it’s not that annoying dweeb I should have dumped when I reached my tweens. It is deep and masculine, and one hundred percent claiming.
I’ve fantasized about this for years.