Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
With each word, I pound her, a thrust that has her screaming now. She lets go of my shoulder and screams into my ear, and then I feel it, her pussy fluttering around my dick, pulsing as her release builds. She can’t hold onto it anymore. She squirts down my dick. I don’t have to look to know. It’s enough to feel her quivering slit, and then I’m groaning huskily, seed finally rushing up my shaft. It stops at the tip, teasing me as if I can’t release until she’s let herself go.
“Do it,” she screams. “Come in me, Tommy!”
That’s all I need. Suddenly, I’m roaring as the release pulses out of me, all the pleasure exploding as I lean back, staring down at my woman. We share intense eye contact as we both finish. I lie beside her, pulling her into my arms. There’s something so cute about the way she kisses my chest, nuzzling closer to me.
“That was amazing,” she whispers, “and you’re right. I was ready.”
“I’m ready for anything, everything with you,” I tell her. “For the future and all the love.”
“The l-love?” she says.
“For everything,” I repeat, hearing her stutter, wondering if it’s hesitation or if I’m just being paranoid.
She doesn’t reply. After several minutes, she says, “Let’s just say Dad is cool with it, huh?”
“That’s important to me, too. He deserves respect, and I need his blessing. I hope he can see that I want the best for you and our family, and I always will.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Amelia
“Uh, yeah, it’s safe to say I’m floating right now.”
I’m in the back of the chauffeured car, the driver taking me back to our apartment. I think of it as our apartment, even if it’s only been under two weeks, but still—two weeks of lovemaking, bonding, meals, laughter, and talking about the future.
“You should be proud,” Emma replies, as a light downpour makes the city glisten in the setting sun, “but aren’t you annoyed you won’t get the credit?”
“I will within the company,” I reply, “but I wanted to see if the drawing had any merit on its own.”
That’s why I gave it to another intern to present. Now I know the client actually thought my work was good enough. They didn’t just want to score brownie points because I’m Tommy’s girlfriend.
“I’m proud of you,” Emma says. “How’s it going in love land?”
“Love land,” I mutter. “Well, there’s no love.”
“Come on. You clearly love him.”
“No, I do. I really do. There are so many moments, like just this morning when I was making us both some bacon. He looked at me, and the amount of gratitude, obsession, and love in his eyes was unbelievable. Just a look, but that’s the thing. We haven’t said that word yet.”
“You’ll get there,” Emma says. “Who knows? Maybe he’s just waiting for the right time.”
I’m sure I must be hallucinating as I walk down the corridor. It sounds like Mom is talking to Loki. Her voice drifts to me from the living room.
“Yes, you are a good boy. Yes, you are. I know you are. Hey, you don’t have to look so surprised about it.”
“Speaking of surprised,” Dad says when I walk in.
He grins and throws his arms open as I rush over and hug him.
“What are you doing here? This is awesome.”
Dad rubs my back. “A certain man wanted to fly us over so we could talk in person.”
Mom walks over, Loki padding at her feet. She joins the hug, wrapping her arms around me and Dad.
“It’s so good to see you, sweetie. We’ve already met your man. We’re sorry for all the secrecy.”
“You’ve already spoken with Tommy?”
“Hmm.” Mom nods. “But it’s top secret.”
“Samantha,” Dad says. “Don’t be so obvious.”
“I’m sorry, but what are you talking about?”
They link arms, smiling at me, clearly hiding something. They’ve got a conspiratorial look like when I was a kid and asked them what Santa had gotten me for Christmas—a united front.
“Where’s Tommy?” I ask.
A tap on the glass behind me catches my attention. I turn to find Tommy standing at the window of the rooftop garden, gesturing to me. Mom and Dad are beaming at me, with so much love flowing from them. I’ve got an idea about what this could be about, but I don’t want to acknowledge it, even to myself. I don’t want to shatter the spell and break the moment just beginning if it is beginning.
Careful, I warn myself. Don’t rush ahead, but Loki’s urging me on, running in small happy circles at my feet and wagging his tail. He was scared for the first few nights after Ollie took him, but since then, he’s become our best buddy, only going to his room when it’s time for me and Tommy to get funky. Tommy laughed the last time I phrased it like that. Get funky. We can find intense, dominating pleasure in our intimacy, humor, mutual lust, and every shade of passion.