Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I pulled back, the taste of her pussy and berries on my tongue.
“Not half bad,” I teased as I went in for another lick.
And another.
And another.
Soon I had her writhing underneath me, her thighs squeezing my head.
“Please, Chevy. Don’t tease me too long,” she cried, her fingers pressing my face harder against her mound.
I slid a finger inside of her, curling it slightly, causing her to cry out.
“Holy hell,” she mewled. “More.”
I worked my finger in rhythm with my tongue, licking and sucking her clit until she was a wriggling mess underneath me.
Just when she started to show signs of falling over the edge, I stopped.
“You. Are. Dead,” she panted.
I slipped my underwear down just enough to allow my cock to pop free, then slid deeply inside of her.
Wet heat surrounded me as I sank inside of her to the hilt.
“Holy hell,” she breathed. “I can’t believe I get to have this for the rest of my life.”
Just the reminder that in a few hours she would be mine was enough to set my control on fire.
I took her bare, like always, loving how great it was to feel her heat surrounding me.
We’d been playing the maybe she’ll get pregnant, maybe she won’t game for months now.
One day, the pull-out method wouldn’t work, and when it happened, we’d be perfectly okay with it.
We’d discussed birth control options, but each one she tried made her react poorly, so we’d decided that until it was absolutely necessary, we’d be raw dogging it—and pulling out—until luck wasn’t on our side and she got pregnant.
Not the greatest practice when both of us thought we needed a little bit more time before we had kids, but it was working for us. For now.
Which meant, when she started to quicken around me, and her orgasm exploded, I had to pull out and pump my cock against her sweet pussy until my balls drew up and the come left me in hot spurts.
The milky liquid shot out of my hard cock and painted her pussy.
Normally I would’ve aimed higher, but I didn’t want to get her shirt dirty.
She looked too cute in it.
She lay there, panting, and shook her head.
“That was…”
“Everything,” I finished for her. “What are you doing the rest of the day?”
“I’m going to get my nails painted. My hair done. My makeup done. Then I’m heading back over here to get married.” She stuck her tongue out at me.
I reached for the towels that we kept next to the bed for this very occasion and cleaned her up before pulling her into my arms.
“Did you get my wedding present?” I teased.
“You mean the ridiculously priced Ford Expedition that was sitting in the driveway this morning instead of my car?” She sighed. “You’re so extra, Chevy Clayborne.”
“I’m only extra for you,” I teased.
Someone knocked on the door, and Silver’s voice came through loud and clear as she said, “We really need to go, Aella. Stop having sex, and let’s go!”
I sighed and let her go when she squirmed.
“Love you, Chevy.”
“I love you, too, Aella.” I watched her scramble back into her pants.
Her obnoxious Christmas Crocs were slipped on next, and then she was waving at me before opening the door.
“See you at the altar, lover.”
“At the altar,” I said just before she closed the door.
An hour later, I finally made my way out of my room at the club.
The first person to see me was of course the last person I wanted to see.
There was no way I could hide the way his daughter had come to my room and given me arguably the best sex of my life.
There was just something about the knowledge that in a few hours, she would be permanently mine, that made the sex even better than ever.
“You have glitter in your beard,” Cakes said, eyeing me with narrowed eyes.
I ran my hand over my beard, mostly to hide my smile. “So I do.”
Epilogue
When the love is real, the farts don’t matter.
—Text from Aella to Silver
AELLA
5 years later
If you’d asked me ten years ago where I saw my life going, it definitely wouldn’t have been where I found myself now.
I had kids.
I had a paid-off five-thousand-square-feet monstrosity of a house on the lake.
I had a brand-new car every year.
I had a job that I adored.
I had a husband that was my life.
I had it all.
And still, my man, the love of my life, found a way to continue to make my life beautiful.
My grumpy man stood in front of me, tired and haggard, ready to go to sleep.
Yet, he still found time to stop at my favorite coffee place and bring me my favorite coffee and bagel.
He held out a cake pop to our youngest child, Haven, his sweet baby girl that had her daddy wrapped around her finger.
Her hair was a matted mess and she was still in her pajamas from last night.