Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Arms wrapped around my waist, Crow pulling me tight against his body. “You’re mine,” he said, voice low and gravelly, mouth close to my ear.
“Yours,” I confirmed. “Please.”
Crow didn’t let go of me as he started to work my shorts open with one hand. We were prepared, my hole already stretched and lubed. He bent me over, my hands braced on one of the trees.
“You can run, but I’ll always catch you, always claim you and remind you who you belong to.”
“Please, baby,” I said again, not pretending I wanted anything other than what I did.
Crow ripped his own pants open, shoved them down, then shoved into me with one smooth thrust of his hips. My body molded around him. It was tight, and I felt stretched and full, but it was just the way I liked it, our bodies exactly what the other needed.
Crow pulled back, then snapped his hips forward again, cock rubbing against my prostate. My dick was already throbbing, balls full. I wouldn’t last long, neither of us would, but this kind of sex wasn’t about drawing it out—it was about just the two of us, torn down to nothing but our most basic need for each other.
Crow fucked me hard and deep, his groin smacking against my ass. A squirrel ran away from us, birds rushing from the trees, the two of us chasing them away.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum, make you smell like me all day, going to mark you all up so everyone knows you’re mine.”
He threaded our fingers together on the tree, the silver rings we wore shining. We’d gone back and forth for years, trying to decide if we wanted to get married or not. Eventually we’d decided we would, if for no other reason than to make sure we had every legal right to each other as we could have—if one of us got sick, the other wanted to be able to be there. While I had nothing to give, Crow decided it would be easier if the property belonged to both of us, in case anything happened to him.
We had married on the mountain, with only Melody, Isabelle, and Officer Paulson as our witnesses. It was one of the best days of my life.
“Do you want that? Want me to fill you with my cum? Want to feel it running down your legs all day?”
“Yes, God yes.” Crow’s dirty-talk game was improving, and I, for one, couldn’t be more excited about it.
“Ask me.”
“Please come inside me.”
“You only get my cum when I get yours.” Crow spit in his free hand, wrapped it around my cock, and began to stroke. He jerked me off while thrusting fast and hard inside me.
Suddenly Crow pulled out and flipped me, turning me so my ass was against the tree. He lifted me, I opened my legs, and he shoved again.
“Wanted to see what’s mine,” he growled, gaze holding mine.
I loved it when he looked at me when we fucked, loved watching all the emotions playing across his face. My pleasure grew and grew, and I wanted to give him my load so he would give me his.
I wrapped my legs around him as he pounded me. My hand went to my dick, and I jerked myself off. My vision went blurry, the pressure inside unable to stay contained. I cried out, cock spurting, dizzy as I gave Crow exactly what he wanted.
“Mine,” he said against my neck, then bit down. I spurted again, Crow’s cock twitching inside me as he filled me the way he’d promised.
“God, that was good. So perfect.”
Crow pulled me to him.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “For loving me.” He brushed his fingers against my nape, then around to the front, drawing a familiar picture in my freckles.
“You don’t have anything to thank me for. I’m so fucking lucky I get to love you.”
I pressed my lips to his, kissing him until my jaw hurt and the cum dried between us.
“We need to get home,” I said eventually. “Mel and Izzy will be here soon. We need to clean up before they arrive.”
Crow groaned, but I knew he liked it. He made friends with them for me, but he enjoyed them too. They were the only ones to ever be in our house, and it was rare, but we had them over.
While some things had gotten much better, Crow would always be very specific about others: He refused to eat in restaurants, but would get something from Tranquil Brew as long as either me or Mel made it. Mel and Izzy had us over for dinner sometimes, and the first times he wouldn’t eat, but now he did. They were the only two people he trusted other than me.
And things had gotten better in Tranquility too. Most people left us alone. Four years ago Billy had gone to prison for burglary, and once he wasn’t around, his friends stopped bothering us.