Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Joshua,” she cried, her back arching off the bed. “Please.” Each word was punctuated with another hair tug, but I wasn’t going to be distracted from what I was doing.
Keeping my fingers inside her, I reached up blindly with my other hand and pulled on her wrists to get her to let go. It wasn’t that it was too painful to take, not even close, it was because she wasn’t focusing entirely on what I was doing to her as she tried to get me to fuck her, and that just wasn’t going to do.
Scant minutes after she lifted her hands away, another raspy moan forced its way out of her throat as she came. Not stopping my ministrations, I continued to move my fingers inside her and alternate my sucking and flicking of her clit, drawing it out for as long as I could.
The second her body relaxed back down into the mattress, I crawled up her body and plunged inside her, my head dropping forward as the warm, silky softness of her inner walls gripped tightly around my cock. We’d done away with rubbers after the second week, and there was nothing in the world that’d ever beat how she felt wrapped around me, skin on skin.
This woman held my heart and my balls in her hand, and I wasn’t even slightly upset about it. Keeping my strokes measured and slow, I withdrew and then rolled my hips to thrust back inside her. Regardless of how good it felt or how much I wanted to come, her wellbeing was my priority, so I kept my eyes on her face, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort.
“I’m not going to break,” she insisted, tugging on me with her legs and trying to speed me up. “Please, Joshua?”
“Your head—”
“My head’s just fine. Please!”
“Fuck,” I bit out, increasing the speed and weight behind my thrusts but still not going anywhere near as hard or fast as I usually did when we had sex.
“Joshua,” she snapped, then shocked the shit out of me by giving me a stinging slap on my ass.
“Swear to God, if you end up in pain, I’m spanking your ass,” I hissed out through clenched teeth before giving in and giving her exactly what she wanted.
I would have been ashamed that I lasted a mere five minutes longer, but she came at the same time I did, and I took her again an hour later so that just wasn’t the case.
But the cherry on top was when I whispered, “I love you,” thinking she was asleep after we’d cleaned up and gotten back into bed.
Her responding, “I love you more,” was just as quiet, but I still heard the word and memorized the moment. In fifty years, I wanted to still hear them regardless of how many times we’d said them since.
For the first time since I’d met her, I fell asleep with a smile on my face. She was safe, she was healing, and she was mine.
Two days later…
Coming home and finding her in tears hadn’t been what I was expecting, and I almost lost my shit when I heard her sobbing and found her curled up in a ball on my bed.
Dropping to my knees next to her, I skimmed my hands over her, waiting to see what area she reacted to me touching. “Eva, what’s wrong? Are you sick? Where does it hurt?”
With one hand still covering her face, the other one shot out and grabbed me around the neck, pulling me off balance and into her stomach face first with an “Ooomph.”
“The l-l-lawyer c-called,” she cried, in between shudders that shook her whole body. “They’re going to get an appeal date.”
I was happy for her that my friend Rahim could get her the appeal, but I was scared that she’d be disappointed or pissed at me for getting her hopes up if they didn’t overturn her mom’s sentence.
Still, I didn’t want to shit on her happiness. I couldn’t do it, even if it was common sense and not malice that was fueling my worry.
“That’s great news, baby.”
“Rahim said there were no guarantees, and I get that. I’m just so grateful to both of you for getting us this far.”
Pushing her damp hair off her cheek where it was stuck fast, I grinned at how cute she looked, even with swollen eyes and a red nose. “Did he say if there was anything that’d help her appeal?”
“No,” she mumbled, then blew out a breath. “Yeah, there is one thing.”
When she didn’t expand on it, I pressed, “And what’s that?”
“The evidence we have on Tyson goes a long way to helping her case, and Laura’s looking to see if she can find any traces of him blackmailing Mom or anyone else in similar circumstances. That along with him being charged and the case against him being tight would help.”