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)
Time has flown and the last nine years of our lives have been more than I could have asked for. I love this man with everything that I am. Our son has only made me love him more. Ronan is so sweet with our boy.
He’s a loving father and a great husband. I felt like a queen during my pregnancy. Ronan wouldn’t let me out of his sight once I returned home and I didn’t lift a finger the entire end of my pregnancy.
“This dress has been driving me crazy since ya got ready. If I don’t fuck ya soon, I’m going to explode,” he growls against my lips as he slides his hands over my thighs.
As if on cue, the music from downstairs seems to turn up as “New Flame” begins to bump through the speakers. Cheering can be heard from the backyard, but Ronan ignores all of that as he palms my breast and kisses me with so much passion, my heart races and a pulse starts between my legs.
I whimper as he releases me to slide down his front. Ronan grins back at me as he begins to unbutton his black dress shirt. I guess we were both thinking about our son when we got dressed. Black is the only way to go.
As Ronan’s chest comes into view, I can’t help but bite my lip. At fifty-two, this man is still fit and fine as fuck. Ronan works out as much as I do. We all do, given our line of work.
However, there’s a definition to his body that speaks to his insane dedication to remaining fit and agile. The flex and ripple of his muscles make my mouth water. I go to unfasten my shoes, but he shakes his head at me.
“Leave them. Turn around,” he commands.
I place my foot back on the floor and turn around for him, then look over my shoulder. He comes out of his shoes and socks, then his pants. In all his naked glory, he saunters to me with those powerful-looking thighs on display.
Brushing my hair out of the way, he then unzips my dress. Once I’m standing before him in only my thong and strappy six-inch heels, he runs his hands gently over my back.
“Damn, love. It’s hard to think that if you’re not pregnant by the end of this year, we’re going to stop because of yer age. Forty.” He snorts.
“Ya still look like yer in yer twenties. Look at this sexy body. We still don’t fuck like our age.”
I laugh at his words. “You sure about that? You were complaining about your back last month.”
“Shut yer gob. That had nothing to do with our sex life.”
“Oh really? Prove it,” I purr.
He wraps his hand around my throat and tugs my body back against his. He then pushes my hair out of the way as he plants kisses against my neck. This man is insane for my natural red hair.
As if to prove my point, he fists it in his hand as he drags his other hand down from my neck to my breast. I arch my back to press into him as I feel his hard dick poking into me.
He drags his hand lower as he sucks on my neck. A groan leaves his lips when he finds me wet and ready for him. Tugging my head back, he then captures my lips in a searing kiss.
Moaning, I turn to face him and lock my fingers in his hair. He doesn’t loosen his grasp on my hair. Instead, he tugs my head back more and deepens the kiss. I claw my nails down his back as he devours me.
In the next breath, he pulls away and lifts me by the waist. I yelp as he flips me so that my legs are in the air and my head is facing the floor. Then he buries his face between my legs and begins to feast on me.
Show-off.
“Ronan,” I moan.
I wrap my arms around his thighs and hold on tight. Not to be outdone, I part my lips and aim for his length, then take him into my mouth. Two can play this game.
“Fuck,” he lifts his head to hiss.
However, I don’t pause in my task. I free one arm to be able to use my hand. Ro growls and buries his face back in my core.
I make it as sloppy and nasty as I can with one hand while at this angle. As I feel him swelling in my mouth, he begins to walk over to the bed.
I deep throat him then let him pop from my mouth so I can take in a deep gulp of air. Placing a hand on my back, he holds me to his body as he turns me right side up.
Immediately, I drop to my knees to finish what I started. He drops his head back and places his hands on his hips as he thrusts into my mouth. Ronan brushes my hair out of my face as he looks down at me.