Cupid Get’s Struck Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
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My cock swells and gets impossibly bigger when I glance down and see my ring on her finger. She’s mine and as soon as she gets the wedding she wants, she’ll be my wife. I plan on making sure every wish she ever has comes true, and until my last breath, she’s my whole world.

“Harder, Rocco, harder,” she moans as her nails dig into my chest.

I do what she says as the throbbing need to cum takes over. I grit my teeth and try to hold back because I know she’s close to going again.

“Right there!” she cries when my thumb grazes her clit and her pussy tightens on me.

When I feel her body tense I can’t hold back any longer and we both climax at the same time. It’s hot and hard as waves of pleasure wash over me and I feel her own release on my cock. We’re messy and spent. I roll on my back so she can lie across my chest. I kiss her all over and whisper how lucky I am as I hold her close.

When I was behind bars I never imagined I’d end up right here. I fantasized and I hoped, but I never dared to think that this could be a reality. I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky, but one look at Lizzy and I was a goner. Being locked up didn’t stop our love, and nothing ever will. That’s how I know she’s the one and my forever.

Epilogue

LIZZY

One year later…

I lie in bed smiling as I listen to my gentle giant of a husband sing to our baby girl through the baby monitor. Beside that is the framed picture of us getting married. The once-bare house has turned into a home over the last year.

I roll to my side, letting my eyes fall back closed, enjoying listening to him. Our baby girl has already quit crying. I wouldn’t even call it a cry really. More of a fuss from having to be removed from my breast so her dad could change her.

We haven't been home long from the hospital and I’ve yet to change a dirty diaper. Rocco is all over everything and barely lets me move. Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying watching him dote on our daughter and me, but I’ll go stir crazy soon if he doesn’t let me move from this bed.

I think this is the first time I’ve ever complained about being trapped in this bed since Rocco came home to me, but with sex off the table, I need to do something. You would have thought my labor was hard with how Rocco is treating me.

Not only was labor easy, but so was being pregnant. All of it was more than easy. I’d almost swear life dealt Rocco and I enough crap that now it’s making up for it by ensuring nothing slows us down from making our life together.

I’m actually worried I enjoyed being pregnant a little too much. Rocco rather enjoyed it himself, too. I can still remember watching those dark eyes of his fill will tears when I’d told him he put a baby inside me.

We are going to end up with a house filled with kids. The thought makes me smile so big it almost hurts my cheeks. We did make the cutest baby I’ve ever seen. How could we stop now?

My eyes flutter open when I hear footsteps coming from the hallway. I sit up, expecting to see Rocco holding our little baby girl, but he doesn't have her in his arms. “She’s asleep,” he tells me as he clears the distance between us and leans down to kiss me. I sigh into his mouth as he makes love to my lips with his own.

“Now it’s your turn,” he tells me, taking my hand in his to guide me into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower and strips us both of our clothes. He pulls me in under the warm shower spray.

“I have to take care of you, too.” He kisses me again. I moan, letting my eyes fall closed as he lathers up my whole body. He takes his time and doesn’t miss an inch of me. My husband has a thing for washing me. I have a thing for him doing it. I can’t stop another moan from leaving my mouth as he washes my hair next. I’m sure the sound isn’t helping him right now.

“Are you trying to make me sleepy again?” I mumble, feeling way too relaxed for this early in the morning. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to get me to pass out so I won’t leave the bed, where he is determined to keep me captive. He worries too much. I know he says I’m soft and sweet, but I’m not breakable. I need to remind him of that and I know just how to do it.


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