Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“Kenny, I know you miss me.” She twirls her hair around her hand and sticks out her lips in an annoying pout. Are you going to introduce me to your little friend?” I can feel April tense, and I decide to end this.
“This is my fiancée, April. April, this is someone from my slumming it days. Now if you would excuse us.” I pull my woman away from her and down the street. I expect to see her upset beside me but instead, she is laughing. “I am glad you think this is funny,” I say, tickling her.
“Oh, Kenny-poo, don’t be like that.” She tries to mimic Linda, releasing all of the tension from me. Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, I pull her into my arms and kiss this amazing woman who owns my heart and soul.
“You are extraordinary. You know that right?” I love the shade of red on her cheeks. I don’t know how she could possibly still blush after all we have done.
“I sort of know that but hearing you say it makes it better.” When she wraps her arms around me, I feel complete. She is what I have been waiting for my entire life.
“What do you want to do, babe?” Her eyes become heated, and she smiles her sexy smile.
“You. I want to go back to the hotel and do you.” Holy shit. Hearing her dirty talk is making my balls fill up.
Once we are in the hotel room, the fury of clothes and shoes flying would be funny if I wasn’t dying to be inside of her. We don’t make it to the bed. I drag her down to the floor while kissing her. My cock is inside of her in seconds. She meets me thrust for thrust. Eventually, I take her to the bed and where I fuck her over and over. I will never get tired of being inside of her. She makes everything better.
“Good morning, love. How are you feeling?” She stretched like a just woken-up kitten and snuggled into my side. I love her like this, all snuggly and soft. “Sweetheart, we need to make a plan. We are only here for another day.” Groaning, she opened her eyes.
“We need to go and see the next guy on the list.” Nodding, I get up, throw her over my shoulder and smack her ass when she squeals. I pull us both into the shower since we are already naked. Putting her on her feet, I take my time and kiss her slowly, showing her I love her and can be tender. She moves closer to me, her hand sliding down my waist and gripping my cock.
“Fuck, babe. I’m already ready for you, and you want to push me.” I corner her against the wall, grinding my teeth, trying to take the torture of her hands jacking me. I love that she’s become the expert on what it takes to get me off in such a short amount of time. The girl makes me come so fucking fast. Almost embarrassingly so. I shoot my load all over her hands and her belly and just about lose my damn mind when she brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks them clean. When she cleans her belly off the same way, I drop to my knees, ready to worship at the altar of her pussy. I bury my face in her slit and begin to lick her just the way she likes.
As expected, he is not the guy, but you know what? She doesn't seem to care at all. Right here and now, I make it my mission to always bring her joy, even if it kills me. We are standing by the car, and something hits me. I turn her so she is looking at me. I stare right into her eyes and tell her what has been on my heart.
“I love you, April. I am so fucking in love with you it aches when we are not together. It physically felt like someone was trying to rip my heart out when I couldn’t tell you how much you mean to me.” Her face shows shock and something else I can’t put my finger on. Was this a mistake? Is she not ready?
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
APRIL
ONE WEEK LATER
“Okay, sisters,” I say into the phone. The video call with my sisters has been going on for over forty-minutes now. I’ve watched January fold laundry, February wash dishes, and March mop the floors. I’m working, well pretending to. It’s Saturday. It’s nice to hang out with them even if we can’t physically hang out. Ken had to run some errands, though I don’t what kind, so I called them up. “We need to address the elephant on the list.”
“I know what you mean,” March says.
“Yeah. Why are we refusing to acknowledge him?” February asks.