Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
My nails scratched down his back, marking his skin with my long nails. I kissed him back, but it became harder and harder as my body prepared to explode. “Come inside me…” I spoke against his lips, opening my eyes so I could see his eyes staring back at me. We had just begun, and he usually waited for me to come at least once before he released, but I was too anxious. “I want to feel it while you fuck me.” His seed always dripped between my legs and got on his sheets, acting as the lubricant between our already wet bodies.
He moaned against my mouth when he heard my request, aroused by the demand. He pumped into me a few more times before he released, groaning loud against my mouth as he stuffed my pussy with every drop of his seed. He paused as he finished, breathing against my mouth as he felt the shiver in every nerve of his body. Then he started to move again.
I pulled him close and kissed him again. “That’s better…” It didn’t take me long to reach my own climax, to come around his dick the way he’d just come inside me. I sheathed him with a flood of moisture, our bodies mutually soaked for each other.
He watched my face as I came around his dick, watching my performance while he continued to slam his fat dick inside me, his come and mine dripping down my crack to the sheets underneath us.
I could do this forever.
I never wanted this to end, this unbelievable passion to die away. There would never be another man to make me feel like this, to take my breath away with just a kiss. When I was old and gray, I would remember these nights with a blush in my cheeks and a smile on my face. It would be something I thought about when I was alone with my vibrator in the years to come. It would be something I’d think about when I slept with my husband, even though I’d try so hard not to let the memories flash in my mind.
But they would.
I didn’t want to think about the expiration date on this relationship, not when it gave me everything I hadn’t known I needed. I had no idea men like him existed, that they were this strong, that they were this good in bed.
Or was he the only one?
We moved together until we were both finished, our earlier fight erased from our minds. It was like it never happened, like it didn’t matter, and why would it when we had this? Our wet bodies came to a gradual halt, and I cupped his face as I kissed him, so satisfied but insatiable at the same time.
He slowly pulled his dick out of me before he rolled over, his heavy body collapsing on the sheets, his skin coated in his sweat. One arm moved under his head, and he looked at the ceiling for a few seconds before he closed his eyes.
I did the same, letting my body cool off, letting his come drip from between my legs. I noticed every time I came over, his sheets were clean and fresh, so I assumed he or someone else was washing them several times a week. I had to do the same to my own.
I turned on my side and looked at him.
He seemed to feel my stare, because he opened his eyes and turned his head my way, a sleepy look in his gaze.
“You said you listened to me pray…and that was why you let me go.”
He kept his same stoic expression, one hand on his stomach.
“What did you mean by that?”
He turned to the ceiling again, as if he was thinking about the question before he gave an answer. He sighed and turned over, facing me with the sheets up to his waist. “People only pray when they want something. You wanted something—but not for yourself.”
I couldn’t remember what I said word for word. In that moment, I had been afraid I’d end up stuffed in an oil drum.
“You didn’t ask God to save you. You asked him to protect your brother—and spare your father any pain. It was the first time I’d ever heard someone be so selfless, think about someone else when their life was hanging in the balance.” His blue eyes were vulnerable and open, letting me see all the way to his soul. “I’ve never heard anything like it.”
“And that made you want to let me go?”
He nodded.
“But wasn’t that part of Liam’s plan? How did that work?”
“I gave him a better suggestion so I could let you go.”
So, this man really did save my life—and my brother’s.
“I told him to fight Damien face-to-face in the ring. Then, you were no longer needed.”