Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
My whole body explodes as his words hit me – the same time causing my second orgasm to go off and rock me to my core. Every muscle in my body seizes up and trembles. I grip his thick, striated bicep and hang on for dear life, my eyes locked on his.
“Did you hear me?” He grins, no doubt feeling my sex squeezing down on his.
“Y-yes,” I gasp. “I love you too, Craig.”
Apparently that was all he needed to send him over the edge too. The next thing I know, Craig is exploding inside of me, his cock flexing and spasming, spraying his hot, sticky load deep into my sex.
“That’s what I needed to hear, baby,” he whispers, pulling me close, threading his fingers through my hair. “You’re mine, Daisy. Mine again.”
My waves of pleasure rush through me as my hips buck against his. I take all he has to give me, relishing in the feeling of being so, so full. Finally I come down and realize that I’m starting to cry. Not completely, but my eyes are swelled with tears that are just on the verge of spilling down my cheeks.
For a moment, I feel silly, but then I think about just how much has happened in the last few days, and I give myself a break.
“That was amazing,” Craig says, caressing my cheek. “I didn’t go too hard on you, did I?”
“No.” I smile.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I reply, wiping my eyes clean. “I would have told you. You’re sweet for asking, though. How can one man be so sweet and so big and manly and…” I make a silly face and growl at him, doing my impression of how I see him, then raise my eyebrows.
Craig chuckles and shrugs. “What can I say? I guess I’ve just got it all down.”
He leans in and kisses me, and I snuggle deep against his chest, feeling so safe and protected.
This is where I belong.
“Five years,” I whisper. “Never again, right?”
“Never again,” Craig says instantly. “I promise.”
EPILOGUE
CRAIG
Five years later…
It’s warm in the house, but it must be a real chilly night as I look outside and watch the snow fall. The trees are still covered in a layer of soft, milky white from the flurries we had last night. I guess I’ll have to shovel the steps and the walkway again, but I don’t mind. There’s something peaceful about working outside in the winter. Everything’s so quiet. The snow just insulates everything – stops the sound from bouncing everywhere. I like it.
Halloween used to be my favorite holiday, but it’s Christmas now, and that’s not because I go around dressing up like Santa and making girls who work in offices happy either. Those days are long gone.
I’m a married man now. A happily married man with an amazing three-year-old daughter and the most incredible wife in the world. I have my law degree, and I’m working as an associate attorney at a very distinguished firm here in Boston. I really don’t see how things could be going any better.
“Honey, are you going to make me drag you down to the party? Everyone’s waiting.” I turn to see my wife, dressed up as Mrs. Claus, a Christmas cocktail in her hand, standing in the doorway behind me, and smile as my chest fills with joy. “You know, it used to be me that would hide in the back room during the Christmas festivities.”
I walk right over to her, slip my arm around her waist, and pull her up against me. I’ll never tire of how warm and soft she is, but seeing as how we have company downstairs, I have to restrain myself from grinding against her and getting myself excited. Five years together and I still feel like a horny teenage boy when I get my hands on her or see her walking around in something that shows off her sexy curves.
“I’m sorry, baby, I just came up here to answer a quick work e-mail, then I looked out the window at the snow and just sort of got lost in my own thoughts.”
“Yeah?” She gives me one of those adorable smiles I love that just melts me. “What kind of thoughts were those?”
I smile back and wrap my other arm around her, careful not to spill her drink. “Thoughts about you mostly. About our life and just how lucky I am.”
“Stop, you’re going to make me cry.”
I lean in and give her a gentle kiss on her soft lips. “Well, it’s true.”
I hear the soft pitter-patter of footsteps that can only belong to one person: my sweet daughter.
“Daddy, Daddy!” Caroline cries out. I brace myself as she throws herself against my leg. “Come downstairs, it’s tea – it’s tea time!”
Daisy makes that little noise she always makes when she’s taken by just how cute our daughter is. I can barely handle it myself as I reach down and lift her into my arms.