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)
“This is the best view in the house. I get to see the pretty landscape and watch my man work with animals and ropes.” I drop my paint brush into the container and stand up. It’s amazing that while I’m clumsy in every other part of my world, when I’m in here or working with paint, I’m centered.
“Ropes, huh?” His voice is dripping with desire. Last week, I walked down to the barn, where he was winding up a few ropes from his day. Whatever look I gave him lit a fire deep inside. One minute, we were in the walkway, the next we were in the tack room. My hands were tied above my head, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and he fucked me so hard and fast, I could have sworn I felt the earth shake.
“Amos.” My voice gives me away. You would think by the way I’m looking at my man, I didn’t have him less than twelve hours ago. But he’s wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. I’m in a tank top, no bra, a pair of loose shorts, no panties, and I’m ready to jump him.
“Strip, Genevieve.” I do as he demands, watching as he does the same. I lick my lips when his thick cock juts out from his body before lying heavy along his abdomen. My clothes drop to the floor. I’m a mess of paint. There’s no way to keep it contained when I’m in the moment, and Amos doesn’t seem to mind as he makes his way toward me.
“God, I need you.” The words tumble from my lips as his hands cup my cheeks.
“I’m going to take you, and when I slide my cock inside your pretty pussy, I’m also going to slide my ring on your finger. We’ll get married, and whenever you’re ready to toss out the birth control, I’m going to plant my babies inside you. I’m warning you now; I’m more than ten years older than you, so I’ll give you some time, but if you take too damn long, I’ll throw the fuckers out myself. Wanna have kids before I’m older than dirt.” Amos lets go of my face and drops to his knees. He drags his tongue along my slit, taking a deep breath as he does. I’m a little worried that he’s going to use his mouth with me standing up, and with my penchant for going topsy turvy at times, anything could happen.
“Amos.” I take a shuddering breath, eyes closing while I hold on to him by any means necessary.
“I love you. I love everything about you, sweetheart.” He helps guide me to the floor, where there’s a tarp to try and preserve the new floors. Amos saw when I laid it down and shook his head; there was no need to ruin the floor in the first week.
“I love you, and I’d have married you yesterday. I’ll throw my birth control pills out tonight.” We never make a huge topic about his age, but clearly, he’s been thinking about it a lot lately.
“Fuck yeah.” I’m flat on my back, feeling his hard length against me. Wetness gathers between my thighs, and he uses it to guide his way inside me. He takes my hand that is currently on its usual resting place, on Amos’ chest, where my palm feels the deep beating of his heart.
“Amos.” He kisses my knuckles, and while he’s seated inside me, I watch as he places a ring on my finger. A single solitaire, emerald shaped. It fits perfectly, just like Amos.
“Goddamn, you’re a gorgeous sight, wearing nothing but my ring with my cock buried inside your pussy.” His mouth touches mine, his forearm is propped near my head, and my thigh is hooked over his other arm. I hold on. His thrusts are powerful, his kiss is dominant, and his love is absolutely amazing. I’m going to hold on much like I’m going to hold on to Amos—forever.