Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Happiness.
Chapter Fourteen
Trevor
December 24th
Watching Star, my freaking baby sister, get married just makes me remember that she still hasn’t said yes. Every day for months I’ve been asking her to marry me. We’ve discussed at length the reasons why we aren’t getting married right now. I don’t fucking agree with it, but what can I do? Force her down the aisle like a mobster in one of those books she reads when she has the time? Trust me, the fucking thought crossed my mind —more than once.
The band is doing their own interesting rendition of Cindi Lauper’s Time Of Your Life as we dance. Having her in my arms like this and being here with her is everything to me.
“Put me out of my misery, September,” I whisper in ear. I’m not above begging her, but I’m there.
“In what way?” she asks coyly. I know she knows what I’m talking about. We’ve talked about this daily since I initially asked her to marry her.
“Baby, I want you to be my wife.” It’s all I’ve wanted pretty much since the moment we met.
“I will be.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Baby, we’ve talked about this. I want to be graduated. I want to travel. I want to see the world with you. I want to focus on my art, but I you. I want to be your wife. Just not right now. Give me time, but in the meantime I’m all yours. I’ll always be yours.”
“Fuck baby. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too.”
Taking her hand, I lead her out of the ballroom and up to our room.
I waste no time in peeling her dress from her body, letting it pool at her feet. She steps out of it; her matching black and white polka dot bra and panties look too innocent for what’s about to happen. Reaching behind her, I unhook her bra and toss it away. With a flick of her wrist, she pulls open my bow tie and deftly unbuttons my shirt, throwing both to the ground. She looks me in the eye while she opens my belt and pants, shoving them down. I kick my shoes away, as well as my pants.
Dropping to my knees in front of her, I peel her panties down her legs and kiss both of her hip bones before placing a kiss on her bare pussy. She’s so fucking wet. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting I can see how wet she is. I swipe my tongue over her clit before sliding it inside of her. In and out, I mimic what my cock wants to do. My hands grip her hips. I know that I am leaving bruises, but I can’t help myself.
“Trev,” she moans, her hands fisting in my hair. She lets me take my fill of her. I need her to come before I fuck her. Using two fingers, I slide them into her slowly, curling them until I find her g-spot. It doesn't take long before she’s coming on my face. Standing, I lead her over to the four-poster bed. She climbs into the center of it and spreads her legs for me. I lose my boxers and join her. Leaning down, I kiss her before moving my lips down her body. I focus on her nipples and lower still. I kiss her pussy again before straightening. I grip my cock and stroke it a few times while staring down at her wet pussy. I line myself up with her opening and slide into her tight heat.
“Fuck,” I groan as her pussy tightens around me. I begin to move inside her.
“Trevor, please don’t stop,” she says, pushing toward me.
“I’m not baby. I’m never fucking stopping,” I reply through gritted teeth. It’s taking everything in me not to come so quickly. Finally, I am under some semblance of control. I fuck in and out of her, going harder and faster with each thrust.
“Trev, I’m coming,” she screams, and I can feel that she is. Her little cunt muscles are squeezing my dick like a vice grip. Feeling her pussy clench on me is the best thing I’ve ever felt, and I can’t hold back any longer. How could I?
“That’s a good girl. Come on, my dick,” I demand as I fuck her harder. She keeps coming, and I can’t hold back any longer.
This is what the rest of our life is going to be like, and I can’t wait.
Epilogue
September
Four Years Later
My life has been so full and a whirlwind of discoveries and decisions and love since that day I chose to follow my heart. Trevor and I decided pretty early on even before we moved in with one another that we wanted to wait to be married and have children until we have graduated, chosen our careers, have found employment and have traveled and seen as much of the world as we want to. So that is what we did.