Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Are you really going to?” She rocks her hips up like her pussy is searching for exactly that.
“Yeah, I am.” I slide my fingers in her tight pussy and grin. “I’m going to nut all in you.”
“That sounds filthy.”
“I know.” I slide my tongue over her clit, and she’s practically shaking with the need to cum. “I’m going to fuck you until I can’t walk, and then I’m going to have you sit on my face so I can eat your ass.”
“Key!” Her thighs lock around my head, and I suck on her clit as her climax hits hard and fast.
She’s squeezing me so fucking tightly, but I don’t stop as I drag my tongue through her folds and keep it going. I want her so wrung out with pleasure that all she can do is lie here and take it.
I lick my fingers clean as I put her in the middle of the bed and slide a hand behind her knee. I open her up as wide as I can as I drag the fat head of my dick through her slippery folds.
“I love you, Elsy,” I say as I thrust all the way inside until the base of my cock is rubbing against her clit.
It’s so fucking hot and wet as I wrap my arm around her waist so she’s practically fused to me. I feel her pussy pulsing from her release and now this new invasion. I try not to put all of my weight on her, but her arms go around my shoulder, and she pulls me close.
“I love you, Keaton,” she whispers against my lips, and her body begins to relax.
It’s the first time she’s said the words out loud, although I know she’s loved me just as long as I’ve loved her. Hearing it now while I’m inside her is exactly how I always wanted this to be. My arms tighten around her, and I pull her to me so that I’m kneeling on the bed with her in my arms. I hold her there and then slowly begin to move in and out.
“You’re mine now, you know that, right?” I slide her up and down my cock, and her breath catches when I graze her clit.
“Yes.”
“Say it, Elsy.”
“I’m yours, Key. I’ve always been yours.”
“That’s my girl.” I bend down and suck on her neck and then her tits as I keep moving her on my cock. “I never want to stop.”
Her pussy is so wet that every time I thrust into her, a loud slap of flesh echoes through the room. It’s erotic and feels like whatever this is inside of me is the one with the reins. I’ve still got control, but my body is charging ahead, and it’s determined to give Elsy everything.
When I grind against her clit, she calls my name and digs her nails into my skin. I want her to use me as her scratching post as that sweet kitty purrs.
My cock pulses, and then I’m pushing as deep as I can go while I cum. Her own orgasm is triggered, and we cum together, the two of us clinging to each other and the room filled with the sounds of our love.
I couldn’t have dreamed up someone more perfect, or a more perfect moment to share with Elsy. It’s everything I thought I could want times a million, and I never want this to end.
“Yes,” Elsy says, and I lean back to look into her eyes.
“Yes?” I’m smiling at her, but I’m not sure what she means.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Damn right you will,” I tease, then she’s smiling too as we kiss and begin to make love again.
Chapter Fifteen
ELSY
“Does this mean I get to open my box now?” I ask Key. I’m draped across him with my head on his chest and staring at the small box on my dresser.
I gasp when in a flash he’s across the room and back in the bed. “Does that not make you dizzy?” I sit up as he opens the box. “Even if you can move fast, I don’t understand how you don’t pass out.”
“I heal faster too. I’m sure that has something to do with it.” He pulls the ring from out of the box, and I lift my hand for him to slide it onto my finger.
I know the ring. I’ve seen it before because his mom Shelly once showed it to me. It belonged to Keaton’s great-grandmother. The center has a round dark blue sapphire that’s surrounded by diamonds. It reminds me of Key’s eyes when they aren’t lit up.
“Your mom showed me this ring once,” I say as I admire it.
I remember it so clearly because we’d been in her bedroom, and she insisted on me wearing one of her pearl necklaces for our debate tournament that afternoon. She said they had always been lucky for her. She was wearing them when she met Dr. Lone. Though he hadn’t been a doctor yet. After she helped me put the pearls on, for some reason, she pulled out the ring and told me that it had belonged to Dr. Lone’s mother. She held it out in her hand as if she wanted me to take it, but when I started to reach for it, she pulled it back.