Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
It’s impossible to stop when I feel her hot, wet entrance wrapping around more and more of my cock. There’s no nervousness this time, no doubt. My woman scratches her fingernails down my chest as I slide deeper, like she’s urging me further and further inside her perfect hole.
I stop when I’m buried all the way in, her slit gripping my base. Leaning down, I find her lips again, kissing her as I rock, sliding deep into my woman. She gasps, so hot and excited she can’t keep kissing. I lean back instead, letting me watch her tits sway for me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper when she toys with the ends of her nipples.
She purses her lips. Shh. She’s right. She knows just how to push all my buttons. She knows how to drive her man completely goddamn wild. She tugs on her engorged, thick nipples, making her curvy tits shake.
I nod, then grind into her harder, her pussy making slick wet noises as if her body is trying to give us away. Even if she was a virgin just yesterday, she’s learning so damn fast, grinding down on my dick.
“Oh…” I bite down, arching my back, getting an even deeper angle, feeling her pussy clamp around my dick like she never wants to let go. She holds me like she’s fighting for that future we talked about.
She lets her tits go, clutching onto the sheets, letting her body shake for me as I drive into her over and over again. Then she stops when the mattress makes a loud whining noise. I slowly stop thrusting, but it’s not easy. My instinct is to hammer this wet, horny pussy until she’s ready to take every fucking drop of my come.
“We have to be quiet,” she whispers.
“Come here, then,” I growl.
Leaning down, I look up, my arms under her armpits, and then stand, bringing her with me. She gasps and wraps her legs around me. My cock stays in her the whole time, her eager walls clutching onto me. She knows I’m her man. She knows exactly who she belongs to. She knows she has to hold me tight. She knows I’m in charge.
She clings onto my shoulders as I bounce her on my dick. Now her pussy makes sloppy, wet noises, but there’s no way I’m stopping. Her thickness jiggles for me as I guide her up and down faster. I’ll always be so damn thankful for how much of my woman there is, voluptuous perfection making my cock burn with come, writhing up my length.
She gasps as her walls flutter around my dick. I feel her cream sliding down my length, her body gushing more and more pleasure. It’s the sound of her that makes me explode, her body so wet she can’t help but make noise as I grind up and into her. I erupt simultaneously, then fall onto the bed, making too much noise. I brace her back, catching her as our bodies intertwine.
She moans and wraps her arms around me, kissing my cheek, and then the door starts to whine open. No, no, no, but it is. It’s happening. There’s nothing I can do to stop it. Jesus Christ. Fuck. No! This isn’t how he was supposed to find out. I can’t even turn. I don’t want to look. This is the worst way this could have possibly turned out. There’s no coming back from this.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MIKE
Ididn’t want to believe I was hearing what I thought I was. What was I thinking, throwing the door open like that? But dammit, I wasn’t thinking. Then I saw them… together. The dog is barking as I pace through the house, my heart hammering, my head feeling light. There’s a big difference between seeing them exchange looks and what I saw.
I run onto the porch, stumble onto the snow, keel over, and vomit. I feel like I’m coughing up the remnants of the friendship. I remember thinking earlier about how Jacob might be a good match for her. That was before I saw them. It made it real.
I wipe my mouth.
“Mike.”
Turning at the sound of his voice, I see Jacob standing on the porch, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, both of them clearly hastily pulled on. His hair is a mess. He looks like a younger man, like the one I served with, his eyes not as dead as the years and his work made them.
“What the fuck?” I snap, marching over to him. I stare up at him, my fist clenched. “You knew we were all staying here together. You knew and…”
“There’s no excuse.”
My skin starts itching again when I see Emma walking up behind him. She’s dressed quickly, too, her hair even messier than his, even more evidence of what they did. The sight of my daughter triggers something primal and protective in me. Suddenly, it doesn’t matter how many times Jacob has saved my life or that I’ve saved his. It doesn’t matter that he’s always been my best friend.