Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“I need you,” she murmurs against my lips, her words sending warmth through my veins and setting my body on fire. Flipping her onto her back, my hands land on either side of her head, my arms caging her in. I kiss all over her body, worshipping every perfect inch of her: her face, her neck, her delicious tits, her delicate collarbone. Frantically, she undoes my pants, and I push them down, along with my boxers. Our mouths fuse together as I bury myself to the hilt in her slick, hot cunt. It’s never felt like this before. This perfect, this real, this fucking raw. This woman is it for me. I can feel it in every fiber of my being. She and her daughter are all I need in this life to be happy.
A small whimper escapes Quinn’s lips, and I swallow it down as I deepen our kiss, massaging and sucking on her tongue, tasting and devouring her.
Mine. She’s all fucking mine.
“Lachlan,” she whispers, letting me know she’s close. My piercing is making sure of it. Her hips rise to meet mine, thrust for thrust, and I lose myself in this woman. My woman.
Breaking our kiss, I find the crook of her neck, trailing kisses downward and over her collarbone, licking and suckling on her skin. I don’t want this to end. I want to stay buried deep inside her for the rest of my life.
Too soon, though, her fingernails dig into my back, and her walls clench around my dick. Her legs, which are wrapped around my waist, shake as she comes completely undone, taking me with her.
When we’ve both somewhat come down from our high, I reluctantly pull out of her. “Take another shower with me,” I whisper, not wanting to let her go yet. She nods in agreement.
Once the water is hot enough, we both step into the massive shower that comfortably fits us both. There are two shower heads, so we’re both standing under the water. I watch Quinn for a moment consider how to hide her body. Her hands come up, and she’s not sure where to put them, but when I smile her way, she relaxes, and I feel like we’ve just taken another step forward together. While we wash each other’s bodies, we talk and kiss and laugh.
So simple. So fucking perfect.
When we get out and dry off, I give her my shirt to wear. When it drops over her head, the front is taut against her heavy tits, and her nipples poke through the thin material. The bottom goes to just below her underwear, and when she walks around the bed to get in, I can see the bottom of her ass cheeks peeking out. She looks fucking incredible. And all mine.
“We should probably have the obligatory safe sex conversation,” she says, lying on her side. I’m so distracted by her in my clothes, her thick thighs bare and begging to be felt up, it takes me a second to put together what she’s just said. But once I do, I bark out a loud laugh at the formality in her words. She sounds like my mom… And that makes me laugh even harder because she is a mom.
“I know you’re older than me…” I give her a wink so she knows I’m joking. “But my parents already gave me the sex talk when I was a wee lad.”
She smirks, but doesn’t laugh. And of course she rolls her eyes. “And did they explain to you what happens when two people have sex and don’t use protection?”
“Yeah…they make a baby…or catch crabs.” I grimace at that last part. My parents really did have the talk with me, and my dad really did mention catching crabs. I was scared for months I would have sex and some girl would be covered in red-clawed sea critters waiting to pinch my balls off.
“Oh, good,” she continues, “so you do know the risks. Well, just so you know, I haven’t had sex in over five years, unless you count my vibrator or dildo, neither of which can spread venereal diseases, so I’m clean.” My brows rise at her mention of a dildo. I didn’t see that in her drawer…
She keeps going, so I don’t have time to conjure up the image of her lying, spread eagle on her bed, fucking herself with a dildo. I stow the thought away for later, though. “And since it took me nearly four years to get pregnant, we’re most-likely okay, but in the future, we should probably use protection. I’m old, but I haven’t hit menopause yet.”
I’m almost positive there was a joke and maybe even some sarcasm mixed in with what she just said, but since I’m not exactly sure which parts are which, and I think overall she’s being serious right now, I don’t crack a joke. What I do, however, is imagine how sexy she would look with her belly swollen with my child. How beautiful she would look rocking our baby to sleep. Jesus effing Christ, we’ve only been doing this thing for a few weeks. I shouldn’t be okay with her falling pregnant, let alone fantasizing about it.