Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“These are mine now.”
“Stop stealing—”
I smack her perfect peach of an ass, making her gasp as I squat behind her. Her pussy is fucking dripping, her juices running down her inner thighs, and I lick her soft skin.
“Fucking delicious. Widen your legs.”
She follows the order, and I spread her open with my thumbs.
“Goddamn, this pussy is perfect.” I lick her, from clit to ass to clit, and her head falls forward as she moans, pushing back against my face, and I fucking love it. I press my thumb against her clit and my tongue inside her, and she starts to shake, her thighs quivering, making my blood run even hotter.
“Oh God,” she moans. “Brooks, I’m gonna come. Oh, fucking hell.”
My thumb makes a little circle over her hard nub, and her walls tighten as I fuck her with my tongue, and when she comes, I lap those juices up, feasting on what’s mine.
“Good girl.” I bite her ass and then smooth it over with a kiss as I stand behind her, unfastening my belt and then my jeans, and unleash my cock. “It was a shit day until you walked in here, looking like sex on a goddamn stick.”
“I look awful.” I slap my cock on her ass, and she whimpers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” With my hand fisted around the base, I rub the crown through her sopping-wet slit. “So fucking everything. You make everything better.”
“Please.” She pushes back against me. “Please, baby.”
“What do you need? Use your words.”
“You. Inside me. Ple—fuck.”
I push all the way in, my hips hitting her ass, and I pause here, reveling in how perfectly she fits me. I lean over, press my forehead against her shoulder, then bite her there.
“God, yes,” she whispers. “I’m bringing dinner every day.”
I grin against her shoulder blade, and then I can’t hold back anymore. Gripping her hips, I start to pound in and out of her. I’m not gentle. I’m not tender.
I’m fucking feral.
She reaches back for me, and I spank her ass, making it pink.
“I didn’t say you could touch me.”
“Brooks.”
“Grab the fucking counter, or you don’t get to come again.”
She sighs, my sassy little wildfire, but does as she’s told, and I reward her with my thumb over her asshole.
“Fuuuuck,” she moans.
“I haven’t taken you here yet,” I murmur as I watch that little hole pucker under my thumb. “But I will.”
She tightens around me, making me almost lose control.
“Oh, you like that, you greedy girl.” I smack her other ass cheek, and she looks over her shoulder at me. Her eyes are wide and glassy with lust and need. Her lower lip is swollen from biting it. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Her eyes soften, and her pussy squeezes around me, and then her jaw drops. I can see it written all over her gorgeous face.
“Come for me, baby. Make a fucking mess out of my cock. God, you were made for me—”
She cries out, her body convulsing as she succumbs to the climax, and fuck if she doesn’t milk my own out of me.
I come inside her, and then pull out, fist my cock, and come on her back.
Marking her.
Fucking mine.
We’re panting, sweaty, and my girl is a complete, glorious mess.
I fucking love it.
“Stay.” I kiss her shoulder, then cross to the bathroom to wet a towel. I wipe myself off, tuck myself away, and then, with a fresh towel, I cross back to her and get to work cleaning up my mess. When I’ve finished, I help her back into her clothes, sans panties, then tug her to me, tuck her under my chin, and hold her tight. “This is how it was supposed to go before. No running away from me. No being angry.”
“We’ve come a long way.” She presses her sweet lips to my chest and tips her chin up to smile at me. “Better?”
“I’m fine, baby.”
“What’s wrong? You’re on edge. Did something happen?”
Yeah, my girl knows me.
“It was just a shitty day. One thing after another. And I couldn’t get away to come over and help you get ready for tomorrow.”
“I’m fine.” She rubs a circle over my heart. “We got everything finished and ready to go. I even managed to prep a bunch of stuff, and I’m ready to bake at five in the morning.”
“Fuck, that’s early.”
She smiles and nuzzles into me again. “Sometimes if I’m not able to prep the dough the day before, I have to go in at three.”
“You won’t go in alone at that time of the night.”
She frowns up at me. “It’s perfectly safe.”
“I said what I said.”
“You’re bossy.”
“You knew that when you married me.” I kiss her forehead and then her nose. “Did you bring enough food for two?”
“Yeah, I thought I’d eat with you. Do you still have a lot of work to do?”