Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Amos.” My eyes leave the place where we’re connected and search her baby blues. We’re locked in more ways than one. I’m tempted yet again. This time to drop onto my forearms, wrap my lips around her peaked nipples, then I’d lose the battle between watching each ripple of her cunt along my dick. Her tits shake, fingers digging into the sheets, and she arches up into each push of my hips. Now that she’s awake, holding back is no longer an option. My forehead is dripping with sweat. A shake of my head has the droplets land on Genny’s heaving stomach. Her own body is betraying her. She might have goose bumps dotting her skin, but she’s also covered in a sheen of sweat. It’s almost time. We’re both about to blow, except while she’ll be coating me, I’ll be planting myself inside her, spilling everything, and one day, one fucking day, she won’t be on birth control.
“Watch, Genevieve, watch as your pussy takes my cock, wet and glistening, sucking at me so greedily.” She dips her head, and when I visibly see what it does to her, there’s no holding back. I lift her thighs up and over my forearms, gaining more of her.
“Amos, please. Harder, faster.” The way she begs, her voice hoarse from sleep.
“Play with your clit, Genevieve. Get there, sweetheart.” I grunt with each push of my body. She’s hesitant at first, but once she slowly slides her hand down the length of her abdomen, I’m the one shivering. The tips of her fingers meet her clit, and I watch as she works herself up further for me, for us.
“So close.” She’s breathless, trying to help me with each thrust as she lifts herself up. I go deeper, she spasms harder, and goddamn, when I feel the tight clench of her pussy, it takes everything I have not to let go. I continue fucking her through her orgasm, and only when hers starts to slow down do I speed up. I’m fucking toast. My balls draw tight, my spine locks up, and when the first spurt leaves my body, I know this won’t be the last time we make a fantasy become a reality. I’ve met my match in every way possible, and I’m going to make her happy, for-fucking-ever.
FOURTEEN
GENEVIEVE
“I have to tell you something.” The sun has long since risen, Amos is lying flat on his back, and I’m curled into his side. True to his words last night, I woke up with him burying his cock inside me. I never thought I’d fall asleep when I first laid down, but what seemed like two minutes later, my eyes were drifting closed. The next time I woke up, my legs were spread, Amos was wedged between them, and he was rubbing the underside of his cock along my slit, gathering my wetness before sliding inside.
“What’s that, sweet Genevieve?” Amos runs his fingers up and down my arm. I have my leg hitched over his hip, and his hand is holding it hostage in his firm grasp.
I lift my head, no longer worried about my hair, my morning breath, or anything else. What I have to admit is worse than any of those things combined. Amos is sexy as hell on any given day. In the morning, when he’s soft from sleep, the lines on his forehead and gray at his temples are even sexier.
“This may change how our relationship goes.” He still looks completely unbothered while my stomach is doing summersaults. I move until I’m on my elbow, the sheet sliding down, and his eyes go to my breasts for a moment before he gets that hazy look on his face, going so far as to lick his lips. He knows what that does to me, and while I love it any other day, this morning, I need his attention. I pull the sheet up, covering myself, and he grunts his dismay. Amos also decides he doesn’t like the position we’re in. One minute, I’m on my side, and the next I’m flat on my back, his hips are wedged between my thighs, and his cock lies hard and heavy against my pussy.
“Nothing is going to change, Genevieve.” In flipping me over, I’ve lost the fight against covering myself, but the good news is I have a portion of his weight. This seems to be Amos’ preference when it comes to taking me. Some might think one position is too vanilla, but I don’t. It’s hot the way he takes control of my body. He knows which movements make me orgasm, and he likes watching me the entire time.
“I’d like to think the same thing, though this may be different.” I raise my hand to his arm, holding it there while I place the palm of my other over his heart. This man has the biggest pieces of me—my body, my soul, and most definitely my heart.