Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
But I don’t do that.
As I’ve learned, kids make having a sex life challenging. Rushed make-outs while Harley takes a too-short shower become treasured touchpoints. Quiet time in the privacy of the bedroom behind a locked door is the norm. My travel schedule doesn’t help either. I’ve introduced Briar to the naughty fun of FaceTime masturbation sessions, but having the entire house to ourselves is a luxury we don’t take for granted.
So I don’t go anywhere. I spin, pinning her back against the front door, right here in the living room. I steal her mouth, kissing her hard and deep as I grind against her core. She moans, not needing to be quiet for once, and I move to her neck so her noises can be the musical soundtrack to our lovemaking.
God, I want to hear her saying my name. Not because I’m insecure, but because it’s what she does when she’s on the verge of coming, and in that moment of uncertainty, with her pleasure right on the cutting edge of flying or falling, she trusts that I’m there to catch her either way. And her trust is a gift I treasure. Whether she whispers my name, or yells it out . . . like a prayer, like I’m her savior . . . I get to be the lucky man who not only sees her at her most vulnerable, but that she chose to give her the pleasure she’s always deserved but never received. Fuck, I feel like the best version of me . . . because of her.
I let her legs lower reluctantly, a positional necessity so I can get her sweater and jeans off, but thankfully, she takes over, stripping herself while I do the same. Quickly nude, I press into her again, sandwiching her between the hard door and my unyielding body. Her skin is warm silk that I want to touch everywhere, but that will have to be for the next round. Now, I need to feel her surround me with her wet heat. I need to feel her pussy clamp down on me as she comes. I need to fill her . . . with my cock, my cum, my love.
“Fuck, Briar. I can’t wait,” I warn her.
“Then don’t.” She lifts a leg to my hip as she takes me in hand, trying to angle us to get what we both want, and I lift her once again, using the door as leverage.
This time, when I grind against her, I can feel the slick juices of her pussy covering me. I should take the time to enjoy it, but they make it too easy to slip inside her. She hisses loudly at the invasion, her nails digging into my shoulders, and she cries out, “Dom!”
Yes. Fucking yes.
Again. Louder.
My face buried into her neck and breathing the faint smell of her shampoo, I hold her ass in my tight grip, thrusting into her like the wild animal she makes me become. We’ve been careful, even gentle as she learns what she likes, what she enjoys, what she wants, but lately, she’s been particularly receptive to rougher fucking. With it backed by love, she’s discovering not only that she can take it, but that she loves it. And I’m happy to fuck Briar however she wants it. Slow, fast, hard, soft, missionary, face down, cowgirl, and now . . . up against the front door that I will never look at the same way again after this.
Her panted breaths become whimpering cries of pleasure while mine become grunts of need. Shit, I’m going to come before she does. I try to make sure she’s first every time, but I’m already there, hitting that point of no return. “Briar,” I groan.
“Me too,” she answers, gasping.
Oh, thank fuck. She’s coming with me. We’re coming together.
I fight it off for a few more strokes until I feel her whole body go tight, and as she starts shuddering in my arms, I release my hold on my own orgasm and crash over the edge with her. My eyes slam shut as my entire focus becomes the sensation of her pulsating around me as jet after jet of cum shoots from my cock. Distantly, I hear her cry out my name once more.
My legs shaking bring me back to reality and carefully, I let Briar down. She thumps her head back against the door, holding on to the doorknob for dear life as she breathes out a satisfied sigh. “Wow.”
“You can say that again.”
“Wow.” She gives me a sly look, questioning if I’ll get the silly joke.
I chuckle. I can’t help it—she cracks me up. She drives me wild. It’s like the best of everything in one Briar-shaped package. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up, and then I need to feed you before round two.”