Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
“Kane, holy shit. Don’t make me beg.”
I curse under my breath, and she laughs, seriously considering it.
Her clothes are gone in a whirlwind.
Then she’s on top of me and I shove her legs apart to mount her just right.
Lucky for her, I’m so thirsty today. I push the fuck in.
I’m balls deep and she’s moaning helplessly, the sexiest music I’ve ever heard in my life.
Sometimes, like now as she’s moving above me in slow, languid movements, I think I’m drowning in a dream.
Like I’m not lucky enough to have a woman this beautiful worshipping my cock, opening her legs and aching to be fucked into next week damn near every day.
She laughs.
She shudders.
She grinds down until her clit gets my friction.
And I forget about anything besides how fucking awesome she feels, the slow roll of her hips, the way she knows how that shy smile destroys me—like she has some big secret, and I’m the lucky prick she gets to share it with.
“I could keep you chained up here all week,” I snarl.
“Deal!” Her head tilts back, exposing her throat.
I flip her over, arms around her back, and brace myself over her.
“I love you, Margot.”
At this angle, I take her from behind, pumping deep until I bottom out, pushing my balls against her.
In to the hilt.
I love watching her eyes widen in the mirror on the wall when she feels the head of my cock against her womb.
I reach around and find her clit again, driving faster, finding that little nub and bringing her to ruin.
“Fucking wait for me,” I growl.
Her eyes roll, huge and glassy.
“I… I don’t know if I can. Oh my God!”
“Wait, duchess.” I slow, keeping her on the edge as I thrust deeper—hard long strokes that only feed the fire, and fuck, it feels divine. “Need you to come with me today.”
“Kane.” Her mouth falls open and I push my thumb into it, her lips closing around me and sucking automatically. “Kane!”
“Good girl.”
Her trembling eyes tell me she’s close, but I don’t need the hint.
I’ve spent enough time learning her body.
All the wicked ways her flesh worships me, a candle to flame.
Knowing she’s on the brink sends lightning through my nerves, and I slow down, pinning her against the bed.
For a second, we linger on the edge, lost in each other’s gaze, this killing balance of almost and not enough.
Then her body shudders and she loses it.
My spine becomes a lit fuse.
My balls heave, a split second from erupting.
“Fucking come!”
And she does.
My girl comes so beautiful in a shuddering, desperate, breathless orgasm that splits the morning.
Her body clenches around mine, small waves fluttering as I come too, turning myself inside out, heart first.
I empty myself inside her like a man turned human flood.
“Kane,” she whispers my name with a reverent kiss.
“Margot,” I whisper back, sucking her bottom lip with my teeth.
As long as she’s here, as long as she’s alive, she’s my property.
And I’ll carve out hours every day just to remind her how glorious that can be.
For a nine-year-old, Dan has an ego bigger than the Moon when it comes to his games. Mostly because he beats me every time.
“Dad, you’re too slow! You gotta move to keep up.” He loves to rub it in.
We’re playing Beat Saber with his VR headset, smashing through colored boxes with our swords to techno music that must be meant to make hearts explode.
If you think it’s a game I’d be naturally good at, you’re wrong.
The kid leaves me in the dust with his quicker moves, beating me so decisively he makes it look effortless.
At the end, he rips off his headset, and I hold out my fist for a bump.
“Nice round, little man. If it were archery, you’d be in trouble.”
“No fair! You said I’m not old enough yet.” He grins up with his messy hair.
“We’ll see about next spring,” I promise, a sly grin spreading across my face. “If I can finally beat you at this one time.”
“Dad, you suck! You know you won’t.” He paces the room in frustration. “You’re old and slow. Why don’t you see if you can beat Margot? She’s closer to your age.”
“Watch it.” I pull him into a headlock. “Life’s not fair and we’re not always up against our equals.”
Of course, whether I beat him or not, we’ll be taking up archery once he turns ten. That’s the age when I first picked up a bow.
I can’t wait to do it again with him and Sophie.
Judging by the relaxed look on his face, he knows it, too.
“You’re my dad,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’m supposed to pick on you. Way of the world, like you always say.”
“Close enough, little punk.” I rub my knuckles against his head and release him.
We sit down on the sofa next to each other and grab our water bottles.