Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
She moans when my lips hit a sweet spot on her neck. Stepping back, she pulls my jacket down my arms and tosses it on the floor. The buttons on my dress shirt are no match for her, and she rips my shirt open. My pants and shoes quickly follow, and I move us to the shower. I want her in a bed, so we quickly wash up and get out. After barely drying off, we tumble into the bed, her under me.
I stare into her eyes, and my heart stutters when she smiles up at me. Fuck. How can a person fall in love in one day? It boggles my mind, but I can’t question it. I knew she was mine the second I looked into her eyes.
“George?”
“Yes, love?”
“Fuck me,” she says softly, making me grin.
“With pleasure.”
I kiss down her body until I reach her pussy. Her pussy smells like what I imagine Heaven to smell like. I didn't get a chance to taste her earlier, so I drag my tongue through her folds. She's sweet, spicy, and all fucking mine. I take her clit in my mouth before licking her entire slit again. I will never get enough of her taste. Never.
“George, that feels so, so, so, good,” she moans. Sliding my hands up her soft, flat belly, I palm her tits. She feels amazing in my hands as I eat her cunt, shoving my tongue in and out of her tiny, tight hole until her intoxicating juices are dripping down my face. God, my cock is so fucking hard. I need to be inside of her. Now.
Getting up on my knees, I fist my cock. “Do you want this, Ashlee? Do you want me? I know I've already taken you, but this is forever. You know that don't you? You know you're mine. My fucking queen." I look down at her flushed body. I push the head of my cock just inside of her, stretching her opening.
“I want this. I need this. I need you. I waited for you,” she says, reminding me of our earlier conversation about her obsession with me. Smiling, I lean down in order to kiss her. She moans when she tastes herself, trying to deepen the kiss, but there’s nowhere else left to go. I'm so deep inside of her already. I don't know where she ends, and I begin.
“You are such a good girl,” I say, gripping her thighs and pulling them open wider. “Such a pretty pink pussy.” She's glistening and swollen with need. I push into her slowly, inch by excruciating, until I am balls deep inside her. I feel every bit the king that I am.
“Oh my God, George. Please. I need more.” I begin to move my hips, thrusting into her harder and harder.
“So tight. You’re so fucking tight,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I love you,” she whispers over and over like the best litany I've ever heard. My fucking chest tightens with the rightness of this. Of us. I don’t think she knows that she said it out loud.
“Merde, baby. Je t'aime aussi,” I growl into her ear as I fuck her. Her pussy clenches around me with my words still ringing between us. It’s not that I realize that I am not wearing a condom, not that I've ever had any. I’ve already taken her bare once. The need to repeat it until she’s bred surges through me. "Are you on birth control?” I ask through gritted teeth, praying for the answer I desperately need to hear.
“Of course not,” she moans, writhing under me. Which is exactly what I wanted to hear. Her pussy squeezes my cock like a vise grip. She wants this too. I stop moving, letting her wrap her legs around my waist, allowing me to thrust deeper into her. Now, I need to know that she knows exactly what I want from her.
“I’m going to fill your womb with my seed, Ashlee,” I shout as I move faster and faster, my release building. She screams in delight. Reaching between us, I rub her clit until she's screaming her release.
"Do it. Fill me. Make me the mother of your children."
"God damn it," I shout as I come epically, more than I ever have before, filling her.
Slowly, I pull out of her and drop down on the bed beside her.
“Wow. I didn’t think anything could top the elevator,” she says, giggling. “But I think everytime will top the last.”
“I feel the same way,” I say, pulling her closer to me. She snuggles into my chest, and I must have drifted off because phones are ringing the next thing I know.
“What?” Ashlee shouts, jerking awake. She sits up, her hair wild. She looks well-loved. My cock hardens again but now is not the time. If both of our phones are ringing, this can’t be good. We both scramble out of bed. I find my pants on the floor while she finds her purse on the floor where she dropped it.