Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
No matter what else happens, that much I’m sure of.
I must make her mine.
8
TALLIE
Handsome, kind, and he can eat me out like that?
I want him to pop the question right now.
And I’m only half joking.
My body aches with the intensity of the orgasm that I’m dealing with, my heart beating a million beats per minute.
Graham rises from between my legs, licking his lips. The way he’s looking at me, I know we’re far from done, and despite just having had the best orgasm of my life, I can’t wait for what’s next.
Both of us are good and properly naked as well as warmed up, and he wastes little time in clamoring up onto me, kissing me on the lips again and looking me deeply in the eyes. I can see into his soul, and what I see is complete dedication and passion for me.
He runs his hand through my hair but I only shake my head. “Stop fucking around and fuck me, Graham.”
“If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.”
His cock throbs between my legs, already hard again despite me sucking him dry earlier. He runs it across my mound, tickling my sex slightly as he slides it down my slit. The head of his cock tickles my pussy lips as they part, and just as I commanded, he doesn’t fuck around. He pushes in, and goddamn, it feels good as he slides into me, inch by inch, the fire spreading through me so delightful and intense.
Our tryst starts slow, but it doesn’t take long to gain some speed as he realizes I can take a little more than a perfectly dainty approach. I like it a little rough even, to be completely honest.
And the more and more I get to know him, I can say I like it Rough too.
“What are you giggling about?” he asks, a smile on his face.
“I’m not allowed to giggle when I’m happy?” I say, covering for my cheesy mental wordplay.
“Giggle away then, Tallie. I didn’t say I hated it.”
He keeps on, rocking my body with each and every thrust, and soon I meet his rhythm with my own. My hands run up and down his firm back, enjoying his muscles, and his tight ass. Bucking to meet his intensity, my entire body sways with him, everything building between us. Our friction, my chest against his, it’s all a delightful symphony of sex and I can’t help but wonder if this is about to become my new normal.
It all builds to a fervent pace as I’m moaning for him, and he only intensifies it by bringing a hand between us to rub my clit with the strong and steady motion. It elevates what’s already great into something even more incredible. A pleasant surprise on top of a pleasant surprise.
Which is turning out to be Graham Rough in a nutshell, pretty much.
I’m fully enthralled by him. Driven to please him as he’s pleasing me. It’s becoming difficult to keep up with him, but he keeps pushing me to new heights, hooking my leg so he can fuck me deeper, fuck me harder, give me just a little more pleasure.
But I’m only human… I can only take so much.
It’s not long before he pushes me over the edge, and I’m moaning for him, my entire body throbbing with need and lust. The searing bliss pulses through me and I let it radiate, in no rush to interrupt a good thing.
Hearing me come must be all he needs, because soon Graham pulls out and erupts all over me, making a mess of my chest and stomach, a steady sprinkling of hot seed dribbling over my flesh.
I start to giggle again when I come down from my orgasmic screaming.
He collapses next to me, looking at me with loving and dedicated eyes, and all I can manage is to match his gaze. He breaks it with a laugh of his own. “Let me go get you a washcloth, gorgeous.”
He does so, but I’d be happy to wear his cum like a badge of honor.
That night I fall asleep in his arms. It’s the first time in what feels like forever that I finally sleep well.
“This Marcus Anderson was physically abusive to your late sister?”
It’s the next morning, and Graham used his pull at the Home PD to get some wheels turning for me in regards to the legal guardianship of Lucy.
We are side by side, sitting across from a judge in a conference room, a decidedly non-courtroom setting, but I guess nothing is ever like it is on TV.
I nod. “Yes. Emotionally and verbally abusive too, but I don’t know if that’s relevant.”
“It is, but physical abuse tends to be given the greatest weight in these sorts of cases, regardless of how damaging the other types of abuse can be.”