Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Her moans deepen, and she reaches for me, pulling me by the forearms until we’re face to face. “I want that too.”
I let my forehead fall to hers. “I’m clean.”
Her eyes widen. “Me too. And I’m on the pill.”
I don’t wait to examine why her being on the pill bothers me. That’s something I’ll have to think about when I actually have blood running to my brain because right now, it’s all running south.
She reaches between us and wraps her hand around my length. I hiss on contact and pull my hips. I don’t want to come in her hand like some teenage boy. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you do to me.”
She smiles and strokes me again from root to tip. “I have an idea.”
I position myself and line up at her core. She widens her legs, and I push slowly inside her. I have to take it slow, or I’ll come in an instant. Her pussy is tight, and already with only my tip in has me in a vise.
“You okay?” she asks as I realize I’m holding completely still. Her smile is lethal as her vaginal walls tighten even further on me.
There’s no other choice. I push in, sliding into her honeyed depths, and this time, she’s moaning with me. We move our bodies in tune to each other. Her pussy is drenched, and I pick up the pace, loving the way she feels as if she’s made just for me.
Her eyes are on me, wide and aroused. My most genuine smile stretches across my face. How did I get so lucky to have this woman in my bed?
I reach between us and stroke my finger through her folds before pleasuring her clit. She starts to writhe underneath me, and our thrusts become manic. The only sound in the room is our breathing and the sounds of our bodies slapping together.
“Yes, Austin. Right there. Please don’t stop.”
With her urging, I give her all I have. In and out. Thrust after thrust, I make her mine.
When there’s no more holding back, I tell her to come, and her body thrusts one more time before she tautens, overcome by the orgasm coursing through her body. She’s held so tightly, I grunt as I move in and out of her, releasing my cum deep into her sex.
I hold myself over top her and kiss her.
I lie to the side and pull her against me, never breaking our kiss. She molds her body into mine.
When I pull away, she surprises me. “Can we do that again?”
I laugh, a deep one that comes from my belly. “Yeah, sugar. We’re going to be doing that a lot.”
I pull from her arms. “I’ll be right back.”
I’m gone only a minute before I’m back beside her with a warm washcloth. I clean her up and then clean myself up in the bathroom. When I lie down next to her, she’s boneless and can barely hold her eyes open. I pull her into my arms. “Rest, honey.”
I can feel her head nod on my chest, but she doesn’t say a word. “You’re mine, Millie.”
She doesn’t move, making me believe she’s already asleep. I go to sleep with my arms around Millie as I try to figure out how I can keep her.
9
Millie
I can’t stop smiling. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop. It’s crazy because I know I probably look like a crazy person. Every time my dad sees me, he makes some kind of joke about me smiling so much and then just shakes his head, asks me why I’m smiling and keeps walking. It’s obvious to everyone why I’m smiling... it’s because of one Austin Yates. He has completely flipped, turned me upside down. He calls and texts me every day, and he insists that he see me every day. It seems that everything is moving so fast, but also so slow at the same time. A part of me wonders if this is really my life. How did I end up with the hot cowboy?
I’m standing at the front of the store. I just went over a few things with Ranger, the ranch hand that Austin sent to try out the manager’s position. He’s been a godsend. He’s already helped so much with the store, my dad has been able to spend more and more time at home on the ranch.
My phone dings in my pocket, and already smiling, I know it’s probably Austin. I open the texting app.
Change of plans for tonight.
That’s all it says. I don’t text him back right away because I’m waiting for him to say something else. When a few minutes go by, I text him back. Ok.
I get back to work, and even though I’m wondering what’s going on, I know he’ll text or call me before I get off work.