Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
While I await her reply, I peel her sexy panties down her thick thighs. Licking my lips as the fabric slides over her enticing brown skin, I can taste her already.
“I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel what that pleasure is like for you. Show me how I make you feel. I want you, please,” she pleads at the end as I take her hardened peak into my mouth.
Lifting her onto my waist, I then get lost in going back and forth between her breasts, showing them both love.
While she grinds her hot pussy against me, I reach to unfasten my belt and unzip my pants. Then I shove my briefs down and find my way to her hot core. My jaw tightens and I throw my head back.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers.
Tasha works quickly to unbutton my shirt and push it from my shoulders, but I don’t rush things. Slowly, I bounce her on my length. She’s so wet for me.
Even after bearing me five children, she feels as good as the first time, if not better. Definitely better. I clench my teeth as she squeezes around me.
Reaching into her lush hair, I grab ahold of her locks and tug her head back. Then I drink from her mouth like a man dying of thirst. Tasha cups my shoulders and begins to work her hips against me as I thrust into her.
I join the slow grind as I run my hand against the silky-smooth skin of her thigh. Goose bumps rise, causing me to take another pass over the same path. Only this time I claw my fingers against her flesh as I groan into her mouth.
She’s dripping wet and trembling in my arms. I pause to hold my mouth open over hers to breathe her in. I feel this woman in my soul.
“You are everything to me. When I take my last breath, your name will be on my lips,” I groan.
Tasha
“Oh my God, LaSalle, you’re so deep, baby. When you take your last breath, I’ll be right with you. I can’t live this life without you.”
“I want to give you the world and it still wouldn’t be enough. Nothing makes sense without you anymore. My soul is on fire whenever you’re near,” he breathes in my ear, causing me to shiver.
This feels like we’re reconnecting on some level. I know we’ve been busy, but I hadn’t realized we haven’t been connecting like this. My toes curl and my heart races as my orgasm coils deep in my belly.
I remember being so confused and frustrated all those years ago as we danced to this song. In this moment, it’s taking on such a new meaning. LaSalle isn’t broken, but he’s everything to everyone.
He literally held me together after our loss. I know he felt it too, but he was strong for me. He made everything better. This man does everything for those he loves.
That list has grown so long over the last few years. Not just our children but our friends, family, and their children.
LaSalle is a don with a heart and that can be dangerous. He’ll do anything for those he calls his. That’s what makes him great at the position he holds.
However, don’t get it twisted. He will show you no mercy if you cross him. I believe that’s the war I’m feeling within him now.
Nope, my man isn’t broken. He’s tired. So I breathe life back into him so he can keep his head up and his crown straight.
I might be coming and shaking, but I wrap my hands behind his neck and take over to fuck him and show him where he can always return to gain strength.
“I’m always here for you. I love you, LaSalle. I will always have your back.
“This is where you are safe to rest your head. Come to me for your peace. I will give you all you need and find the strength within you when your head feels too heavy to carry on.”
“I don’t deserve you. You always know how to—”
I cut him off with a searing, passionate kiss. He deserves me and so much more. LaSalle has proven to be everything I need. I am his and he is mine.
He lifts me off his length and places me back on my feet. Turning me, he runs his hands over my back. I look over my shoulder and find him staring at my ass.
“Hands on the wall,” he commands.
I place my hands on the wall and spread my legs wider for him. He drops to his knees and begins to lap up all my juices. LaSalle feasts on me until I begin to see stars.
“Oh yes,” I cry out.
Just when I don’t think I can take any more of this slow, sensual torture, he stands and thrusts back into me. I try to close my legs, dip out of his reach, and go as far as trying to run, but he’s not having it. He pries my legs back open, wraps his arms around me to hold me up, and locks his front against my back to hold me in place as he slowly grinds into me with his hard-as-steel dick.