Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
My fingers lightly touched her nipples and they were hard within seconds. I leaned forward and breathed on them, taking one in my mouth, while my hand played with the other. She grabbed the back of my neck pulling me closer.
Her grasp was firm and strong.
Exactly how my love for her was.
She brought my lips back up to hers. I pecked her at first, teasing her lips with the tip of my tongue, all along the outline of her pink pouty mouth; that was swollen from crying. It turned urgent and breathless. I could feel her body get warm, and the heat spread fast all over.
There was something agonizing and desperate, by the way our mouths moved against one another. My fingers ran against her cheek and down her body, until they found her perfect pussy that was ready and wet. I tried to move my mouth wanting to taste her, but she wouldn’t let me. Roughly, she brought me closer, wanting to make us one person; kissing me as if her life depended on it.
“Devon,” she moaned, in a voice that was unfamiliar.
My fingers moved faster around her clit. She breathed heavy, our mouths both opening at the same time, from her looming orgasm that was rising.
“Yes… yes…” she panted, coming apart on my fingers.
My body lay on top of hers; I caged her in with my arms and legs. Brooke loved it rough, but in that moment she wanted me to go slow. She wanted to feel like I owned her body, mind, and soul.
And more than anything…
She wanted to feel like I owned her heart.
And she owned mine.
I gently thrust into her tight, wet pussy, worshipping her with my movements, hitting her g-spot precisely; that always drove her wild. Our hearts were beating rapidly; she placed her hand on mine and dotingly looked into my eyes.
Yours.
All yours…
They read.
I tenderly kissed all around her face, her jawline, and neck. Thrusting in and out of her at the slow and gentle pace that she needed and desired. I could sense her love and adoration for me; it was spilling out of her, engulfing me like a tsunami.
I never stood a chance.
I lapped at her breasts, leaving tiny marks all around where I sucked. She enjoyed each and every marking.
“Does that feel good?” I groaned, making my way back up to her mouth.
“Yes…deeper…harder,” she breathed out.
Her arms reached around, hugging me close to her body, putting more of my weight on her. She wanted to feel surrounded by me, and what I was giving her.
The pleasure.
The adoration.
The devotion.
The commitment.
The love…
All of it, every last meaning of the word and every synonym that came along with it.
Her eyes stayed open the entire time and I placed my forehead on hers. Our mouths still parted, we were breathing in each other’s air; panting profusely. The skin on skin sensations, the contact of my cock hitting her g-spot so perfectly. I swear you could hear the pounding of our hearts, as they echoed off the walls. It was a celestial, riveting melody that had us both captivated and surrendering to the sounds of our unison pattern. I could feel myself starting to come apart and Brooke was right there with me. I pulled her knee up to meet my hip, and with my opposite leg, I inclined it upward for more momentum.
Rotating my hips, she met each and every thrust with hers. Her hands went to my ass, to push me in further; I held onto her face to kiss her deeper. Her core was pulsating and it made my dick throb.
“I’m going to come,” I groaned into her mouth.
“Me too,” she moaned, climaxing all around my cock and taking me right along with her.
We shook and trembled with our release, I never stopped kissing her. It didn’t take long for me to get hard once again and I made love to her into the wee hours of Christmas day.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
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Have you ever had the sensation that someone was watching you sleep? And then you immediately open your eyes and turns out you were right…
I gasped at the sight of Ethan. I pulled the sheet up to my neck, waking Devon up instantly.
“Hi,” he greeted in a baby voice.
Devon laughed. “Hey, buddy.”
“Who dis?” he asked, not taking his eyes off me. He was a miniature version of Devon; he had his chocolate brown eyes, skin tone, and similar facial features. Except his hair was a dark shade of blonde, which I assumed he got from his mother.
“This is my friend Brooke, you remember me talking about her to you?”
He shook his head no.
“Devon, I’m naked,” I whispered, into the side of his face.
He laughed again, mumbling something about Ethan needing to learn sooner or later about the female form. I slapped him on the chest.