Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
My hips power in and out, thrusting through her orgasm then feeling her settle down, lips and tongues still working in tandem. I want to pull off her lips to see her eyes, to watch as she moves her body with mine, my diamond around her neck, tits jiggling up and down, legs so tight around my hips that I’m sure the inside of her thighs will be bruised tomorrow.
“Temptress,” I groan into her mouth. She pulls away, body boneless, eyelids lowered, the blush sweeping across her cheeks reaching downwards to her throat and chest.
“Kingston.” I sit back on my heels to watch our connection, my cock sliding in and out, leisurely this time, building her back up.
“I need your eyes, Tessa.” My hands move to hers now that they aren’t pressing into my shoulders, lifting them above her head and locking our fingers together. “There she is.” Our bodies are slick with sweat. She opens her eyes, a look of pleasure written all over her face. It makes me want to beat my chest, act like a damn fool, announce to everyone in a hundred-mile radius that Tessa Drake is fucking mine, all mine.
“Again?” she asks. This time, I don’t say any words. I nod, grinning when I feel her readjust those perfect legs of hers, digging her heels into my lower back, urging me on. So much for making her come more than twice. The way she feels, the love I see shining brightly that I know without a doubt is reflecting back is making me weak. Add in that Tessa is clenching down on my length, and it’s enough to see damn stars. Every time I slide out of her, she lifts up, working in tandem, both of us chasing what we need, and when she locks down tightly again, eyes closing, my head lowers, and I feel the cum leave my body and jet inside hers.
“Temptress, fuck, I love you,” I state. It’s taking everything I have not to collapse against her, knowing I’m too damn heavy for her to take all of my weight.
“I love you, King, forever.”
“Means the world to have you here with me, not hiding, not keeping secrets, knowing we can be open and honest. Best feeling ever, Tessa.” I let go of her hands, moving us so we’re facing one another, hooking one of her legs hooks over my hip, fitting us perfectly together without leaving her body.
“I couldn’t agree more.” Her eyes start to close, the day catching up to her.
“You want to clean up before you pass out on me?”
“No, not yet,” she murmurs without opening her eyes.
“Sleep, I’ll take care of you in a minute,” I tell her, not that it would bother me any. Knowing she’s sleeping with a part of me inside her only makes it all the sweeter.
EPILOGUE
Tessa
Four Years Later
“I’m not getting a vasectomy, temptress. You’re only twenty-five years old. What if you change your mind and decide you want a child in a couple of more years?” This is my fault. We were around a friend one day, she was pregnant, and I got nostalgic. If I hadn’t mentioned it to King, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
“Fine, I’ll get my tubes tied. You’ll just have to sign a piece of paper allowing me to do so.” I roll my eyes at that rule because we’re married. Truth be told, I’d have to do the same if he went in for a vasectomy. I get it, really, I do; it should be a mutual decision, but still, King won’t sign that piece of paper.
“Good luck. Two more years, just give it two more years, and if you still feel the same way, I’ll get a vasectomy.” At least he’s negotiating. There are days in our marriage when even that doesn’t appease either one of us, usually resulting in me going quiet, him getting annoyed and walking to his office, both of us needing time to cool off. I concede first, always, mainly because the thought of being upset with King and us not talking eats me up inside, and I know exactly how to make things better. The view from his office hasn’t changed since I was eighteen, so not even ten minutes later, I give him a show he can’t refuse, and since I usually go outside to gather my thoughts, it’s easy to do. A little striptease as I walk to the edge of the pool, baring myself to him before diving in, barely getting a lap in until King is coming in after me, naked himself, plastering me against the wall, both of us apologizing in the form of make-up sex.
“Fine.” I cross my arms over my chest. King is currently preparing us dinner. Grilled chicken shish kebabs. I cut up the vegetables while he did the same with the meat. All that was left to do was skewer them, so I let him take over, grabbed him a glass for his beloved Macallan and a glass for my own red wine.