Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I’m good, Eric. I just need you to fuck me. I need my husband to fuck me.”
“Hell yes. I need that too.”
He pulls his fingers out, and I feel empty, so fucking empty while I watch Eric lube his pretty cock, and then he’s right there, still between my legs, staring into my eyes while the head of his cock pushes against my hole.
We both let out a moan when his crown breaches me, and then he’s hooking my legs over his shoulders, holding himself up above me.
“Tell me, D. Tell me to do it.”
“Fuck me,” I say just before Eric snaps his hips forward, filling me with his cock.
It feels so good, so fucking right, Eric stuffed inside me. He pulls back, then slams into me again, over and over and over, my blunt nails digging into his arms, while he works me over like his life depends on it.
“There’s nothing like it, not a damn thing in the world like being inside you.”
“Yes,” I agree, bed hitting the wall with each of his thrusts. “Nothing like having you inside me.”
He stretches me just right, his cock hitting my spot each time he pumps his hips. He’s said it before, but it bears repeating, having sex is great, but it doesn’t compare to having sex with your best friend, which has nothing on having sex with the man you’re in love with.
I’m precoming so much that it’s a smooth ride when I wrap my hand around my dick, stroking it in unison with Eric’s thrusts. He’s close to coming. I can see it in the way his jaw tightens, in the little vein protruding over his good eye.
“Do it. Come in me. Fill me up.”
“You. First,” he says choppily.
With my free hand, I pull him down so our lips meet again, quick and hard, as I continue to stroke my cock and Eric fucks into me.
“I’m in love with you,” he says against my mouth. “So fucking in love with you, always and forever.”
That’s all it takes, and I’m free-falling into my orgasm, jumping without a parachute, body splintering apart as I see stars, dick jerking in my hand, hot spurts of cum landing on my chest and stomach.
“Me too. God, me too.” He thrusts in again and unloads, cock jerking, his balls emptying one of Eric’s huge loads deep inside me.
When we’re both wrung dry, I wrap my arms and legs around him, pull him down so he’s lying on top of me, both of us sweaty and cummy and perfect.
I kiss him everywhere, shoulders, cheeks, forehead, close to his stitches. “What are we going to do?” I ask softly.
“What do you mean?”
“About us. Do we stay married? Is that kinda fast?”
Eric changes position so he can look at me. “I don’t want to divorce you. Not ever.”
“I don’t want to divorce you either.”
“Then it looks like we’ll need to have a conversation with our families.”
I close my eyes and groan. “They’re going to kill us.”
He presses his forehead against mine. “Probably. At least we’ll go together.”
And then we dissolve into laughter, spending the next hour talking and touching and kissing, until we both fall asleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Eric
We decide to wait until my eye is mostly healed before we make the drive to the high desert to talk to our parents. The past few weeks have been awesome. Being in love is like, twelve out of ten stars, easily. Highly recommend. At least when you find the right person, and Donovan is mine.
All my stuff is officially moved out of the spare room and into his. I’ve changed my address on my license, and we decided to officially hyphenate our last names. We went with Markham-Carter.
“Are you nervous?” I ask as we make the drive. We’ve taken Donovan’s car again because it’s in better shape than mine.
“Yes and no. I know they’ll be supportive that we’re together, but I don’t think they’ll be happy to find out we’ve been married for months. Like they missed out on something.”
“I feel the same.” The thing is, I don’t want them to have missed out on something. I feel like we missed out on something too. What we did at that tiny chapel in Vegas was the start to this all, but it wasn’t enough for me, and I want more for Donovan too.
I keep that to myself for now.
We continue talking the rest of the drive, before arriving at my house. When we told them we wanted to talk to all three of them, Donovan’s parents said they would go over to our place this time.
As soon as we step onto the porch, Mom opens the door, wearing a huge smile, and instantly pulls me into a hug. “This visit is such a nice surprise.”
I should come and see her more than I do. LA isn’t too far from here. “We’ll visit more often.”