Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
I know she has other doubts. Judgements. Resentments.
I intend to chip away at them. Because I’m becoming more and more sure of one thing: Sophie is the woman I want by my side. My perfect match. And I intend to show her that I can be her perfect match, too.
Chapter Thirteen
Joey
When I wake in the morning, the bed’s empty, the sound of pots and pans clang in the kitchen. I pad out to say good morning and stop, my breath catching in my throat. Sophie stands stark naked, flipping pancakes at the stove with her back to me, humming to herself. My cock salutes her efforts, and I move silently forward, wanting to watch her unobserved.
I hop up to sit on the counter and enjoy the view.
She turns and smiles. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, bella. You can make me breakfast looking like that any time.”
“Does that mean you’ll actually stay and eat the morning meal?”
I flick my brows. “Oh yeah.”
She slides a pancake off the spatula onto the heaping stack and turns off the stove. Walking to where I sit on the counter, she leans close to me. “I feel...” she presses herself even closer. “I feel like I need to be close to you.”
I slide from the counter and wrap my arms around her. “Is this close enough?”
She makes a soft purring noise. “Not quite.”
I turn her to face the center island, hooking my forearm under one of her knees.
“Don’t move.” I free my erection.
She rests on her elbows, her breasts swinging over the counter. I reach around and cup one, rolling her nipple between my fingers as I slide easily into her honeyed slit. She pushes back at me, eager for what I have to give her.
I steady her for my onslaught. I push in and out, losing myself in seeking my own pleasure, savoring the sensation of her tight channel, the impact of my balls against her ass, the sound of her little groans and sighs. With effort, I hold myself back enough to think about pleasing my woman. Pulling out, I turn her around and lift her up on the counter, parting her thighs and lowering my head to her sweet pussy.
“Ohhhh,” Sophie moans, leaning back on her forearms, her head falling back. My tongue and thumb work in tandem on her clit, teasing and coaxing her to louder and louder moans. I know when her thighs start to tighten around my shoulders that she’s close.
“Not yet, baby. Almost,” I murmur. I straighten my legs to their full height and enter her, cupping her ass to hold her in place as I pound into her. I lose myself again in her damp heat, the feel of her trimmed pubic hair providing the additional sensation that would be missing with a girl who goes completely bare.
“You are unbelievably hot,” I pant, watching the way her breasts fall to the outside, her hair spills onto the counter. She grips my forearms, fingers digging into my skin, her mouth open in ecstasy.
“Now, Sophie. Come for me,” I command, and she instantly bucks, as if waiting for my permission. I climax too, burying myself to the hilt inside her as I spend. When her spasms quiet, she sits up and throws her arms around my neck, sliding off the counter and straddling me like a koala.
Sophie
“Do I still get pancakes?” Joey asks.
“Yeah. I’ll just get dressed.”
“Oh, no you don’t,” he says with authority that makes my toes curl. It’s funny how I can love his alpha male personality when it comes to sex and find it too much when it comes to dating.
I laugh and run for the bedroom, knowing he’ll chase. He catches me just as I try to shut the bedroom door, and he picks me up and tosses me on the bed, falling on top of me and pinioning my wrists over my head.
“That was very naughty, bella,” he purrs. “And you know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?”
I writhe under his grip, laughing. In one motion, he flips me to my belly, still grasping my wrists with one hand as his other cracks down on my ass.
“Who wields the paddle around here?” He gives my ass another slap.
“You do!”
“So, if I say you’re eating breakfast in your birthday suit, what should you do?”
“Tell you to go to hell?” I giggle, unable to stop myself.
“Cute. You are lucky you’re so damn cute.” He starts spanking me fast and hard, and I twist and buck to get away from his hand. “I’m just kidding!” I laugh. “Please. I’ll be good.”
He rolls me to my back and pinches one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tugging until I gasp. “You’d better be. My word is law around here, and you’d better follow, or there will be consequences. Got it?”