Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Her sticky nectar coats my tongue and lips as I move my tongue to her opening and fuck her with it. Her hands move to my hair and she grips it tightly. When I replace my tongue with my fingers and move my mouth to her hard pearl, she says my name. Hearing it echo through the bedroom fills me with insane need, but I have to get her off like this. I need to give her this, and I need to have it. Something primal inside me is demanding it, and I have to give in to my inner beast.
My fingers move in and out of her incredibly tight channel, and I moan right along with her. The feel of her velvety soft pussy on my tongue is driving me to the edge.
“Oz.” She’s out of breath and pulling me closer. “I’m... I’m coming.”
She shouts the last word as she tenses against me, her legs tightening like vises around my head. I couldn’t care less if she stabbed me in the heart right now, as long as I’m able to make her feel anything close to what I feel for her.
Giving her gentle slow licks, I help wring her orgasm out of her. Giving her every little pulse of pleasure I can before kissing the insides of her thighs. She’s so soft and delicate here, and knowing no other man has ever laid a hand on this part of her goes a long way toward calming both my need for her and all the jealousy I seem to have when it comes to her.
Standing up, I look down at her and take off my shirt and slacks, kicking off my shoes as I go. When I’m standing in front of her in boxer briefs, she sits up and her eyes lock on my chest. It’s late, but there’s a lamp on beside the bed, and she can see the tattoo of her name over my heart.
Tentatively, she reaches out and delicately touches the space there. I’ve got defined muscles, but I also have chest hair and some of it slightly covers her name. When her fingertips touch me, it’s as if she’s brushed a rose petal over the letters. She’s so soft and delicate, and having her hands on me is my own personal heaven.
Reaching out, I place my hand on top of hers, flattening her palm to my chest. I lock eyes with her beautiful bluish-grays, and feel my heartbeat against her hand. If only she knew that it was beating in time to tell her I love her. I wonder if she would still want to feel it?
“Why.” Her whisper is soft but I can hear the awe in her voice.
“I knew I couldn’t have you the first time I’d seen you so I wanted something of you on me. To always have until I could have you.”
Her hand stays on my chest as she takes in my words, and I move mine away, running my fingers down her arms and to her chest. I unbutton her dress all the way down, never taking my eyes off hers. There’s so much in her eyes, and I can’t look away. Not even when I remove her dress and unclasp her bra. Not even when she’s completely naked in front of me.
Wrapping an arm around her hips, I lift her up and place her in the middle of the bed. She slips her fingers in the waistband of my underwear and pushes them off my hips. I help her the rest of the way, and then we’re both naked. Warm, soft skin against my hard-angled body. She molds to me in every way possible as I settle down between her hips and press my hard cock against her wet clit. I run the length of it slowly up and down as I look into her eyes and brush the stray hair away from her cheeks.
“My God, you get more beautiful every time I see you.” Her delicate fingers come up to trace the dips and flex of my back.
I want her, and I want nothing between us. I know what happened last time, and I know that she could be pregnant right now. This would be irresponsible to some people, but Mallory is my whole life. She has been from the moment I saw her. And if a baby were to be created while we made love, then it’s meant to be. I want a life, and yes, a family with her. Whenever that day comes, it will be another piece of her to love. A piece of us to cherish and nurture. How can that be bad?
“Oz.” Her eyes look into mine and I see the uncertainty, but there’s also need there. And I’m hoping the need wins out.