Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 132498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“Do we need to forget the past?” she whispers. “Because some of it was good—”
“We don’t have to,” I reply. “We just have to stop living in it.”
She looks at me for a second, and her lips tip up. “We were always coming back to each other,” she says.
“Yes.” I nod, a smirk forming on my own face. “Soulmates are inconvenient like that.”
Then I cup her face, thumb brushing away the last of her tears. “My Little Bird,” I say. “You flew so far just to land back here.”
She laughs through her tears.
Then she kisses me, but this time, it’s not desperate. This kiss is certain. Absolute. As if to finally acknowledge that we are inevitable . . .
When we finally pull apart, I need her desperately. There’s something about being back here, where it all started, that makes me need to lay claim to her in all ways.
I pull back, my lip lifting into a smirk. “Take off your clothes?”
“Here?”
“Yes, here. This is the perfect place.”
My very sweet and adorable wife blushes like we’ve never done this before.
I lift a brow. “Really? Are you nervous?”
“Last time we were here . . .”
“Yes?”
“We were still kids.”
“We were eighteen,” I remind her.
She laughs. “Barely.”
“Just enough.”
She shakes her head, but she lifts her shirt off, followed by her pants.
Victoria is fucking exquisite.
“I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Good ‘cause you forced me to marry you, so you’re kind of stuck with me now.”
“Such a mouth on you . . .”
“Gonna do something about it?”
“Yeah, I am. I know what you can do with it.” I point at the ground. “On your knees.”
She follows my orders like the good girl she is.
“Unzip me.” Her hand reaches for my zipper, pulling it down.
“Why am I naked, but you’re not?”
I incline my head down. “Tsk. Tsk. No asking questions.” I reach forward and place my finger on her lip. “Take out my cock.”
She does.
“Open.”
Her perfect lips part, and her tongue juts out, swiping the head of my dick. Licking the drop of cum that has beaded on the tip.
It’s official. If I died now, I’d be a happy man. Crazy thought for someone who spends 90 percent of their time murdering people.
The feeling is so sublime as she leans closer, taking me fully in her mouth, that a shiver actually runs down my spine. “Fuck. That feels good.” I start to fuck her throat in earnest.
She slides her tongue up and down my shaft, making sure to run it up the vein before swirling it over the crown.
Having Victoria on her knees is probably the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.
My legs nearly give out from beneath me as she pushes forward, my cock now hitting the back of her throat.
Her eyes meet mine, wide yet playful. She still has my dick in her mouth, so she doesn’t answer. “I need to fuck you . . .” I groan as she does a swirl with her tongue. “Okay. I’m going to need to do that now because this feels too damn good.”
Victoria actually laughs around my dick, and this time, I swear I almost black out from how amazing I feel.
Death by blow job . . .
Victoria pulls back, my dick popping out of her mouth. She’s still on her knees, looking at me expectantly.
“Turn around. Ass in the air.”
What I love about Victoria is that she might be feisty in real life, but like this, she’s not.
She gets into position.
“Good girl.” I move to kneel behind her, then run my cock up and down through her drenched folds.
“I want to watch as you take my cock.”
With my hands braced on her hips, I push forward, admiring the view as my dick spreads her pussy lips apart. Then I thrust all the way to the hilt, disappearing inside her completely.
Pulling out, I swirl my dick one more time at her entrance before pushing forward again.
“I love watching myself fuck you.”
A moan escapes her, so I pull my dick out, torturing us both.
“Please,” she groans.
“What, Little Bird. Tell me what you want?”
“Fuck me.”
Finally, when I can’t take it anymore, I drive my whole length back in.
Harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
Time stands still as I fuck her. I watch as her greedy pussy is owned by my cock.
My hand reaches around. I flick her clit, and her walls tighten around me. My balls tighten, and my dick jerks as I come.
Both of us tremble, trying to catch our breath. “That was amazing,” I breathe out.
“It was. And here. It was perfect.”
This moment was always going to happen.
For the first time in my life, love isn’t something I survive.
It’s something I choose.
And I’m not going to let go.
58
Victoria
In Lorenzo’s arms is my favorite place to be. I could stay here forever, but since this is my parents’ house, and I’m pretty sure I hate my parents right now, I can’t.