Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Promise me,” she whispers as my dick pushes deeper inside her.
We both groan out in unison once I’m fully seated inside her, and she moves her hips, testing the feel of it.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” I tell her instead, fisting my hand into her hair. “So fucking good.”
“Promise me, Ledger,” she says, leaning her head back slightly when I tug on her hair.
I bring my lips to her breasts, covering one with my mouth as I nibble her nipple between my teeth, and then suck. “I can’t,” I whisper as I move from one breast to the other, repeating the action. I keep sucking on her, going back and forth from breast to breast.
She pulls at my hair, and brings me to where our eyes lock. “Lie to me,” she says, kissing me hard against my lips.
I keep pounding my cock inside her, letting her ride me as she wants, and I kiss her, letting her know I won’t lie to her. “No,” I tell her.
She slams her body hard against my dick. “Lie to me, dammit,” she says, letting out a frustrating tiny growl.
I pull out of her, and switch our positions to where she’s leaning over the tub, and I’m behind her. I spank her ass as I push myself back inside her. I pull her by the hair to where my mouth is next to her ear. “I’ll never lie to you. I’ll never tell you something I don’t mean. You won’t lose me, that’s a fucking promise,” I tell her, knowing I’ll always be hers. No matter if Bane kills me or not, I will always fucking love her. “I’ll forever be yours,” I tell her, slamming my cock into her at a punishing tempo.
“Ledger, tell me I won’t lose you. Tell me you’ll be with me forever,” she calls out.
“I’m yours, Posey. I’m not going anywhere.” I run my fingers up her spine as my other hand sinks further into her wet hair. I kiss her neck, running my fingers over every inch of her. “Tell me you’ll never leave me, Posey.”
“I’ll never leave you.”
“Promise me this pussy is mine. Nobody else will ever touch you like I do. Nobody else will ever own your body the way I own it.”
“I promise,” she screams out as my fingers make contact with her clit.
I play with it, pushing against it. Being rough with it. Letting her know who she belongs to. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
I’m so fucking turned on as my body builds toward my inevitable release. There’re so many things I want to do with this woman. So many ways I want to show her how I feel, but right now, I don’t think about the future.
I think about making her come once more. I think about feeling her body explode all over me.
“Come on this cock,” I shout out, needing to feel her.
Her body doesn’t take long before she’s shouting out, “I’m coming,” and I feel her crash down around me.
I keep my pace, knowing my release is just around the corner. “Are you on the pill?” I ask her, wanting to fill her up with my seed.
“No,” she calls out.
At the very last second, I pull out of her, guiding my dick to the crack of her ass, letting jets of cum land on her porcelain skin. My eyes glaze over, staring at her, knowing I’ll never let this woman leave me.
A while later, we lay together on my bed, with me stretched out on my back and Posey nestled snugly into my side, her head resting gently on my chest.
"We should consider leaving here soon," I murmur, my fingers tracing comforting patterns along her back.
"Why?" Posey props herself up, meeting my gaze directly.
"Because it's only a matter of time before Bane sends his men searching for you here. I wouldn't be surprised if they're already on their way."
In a flurry of movement, Posey springs out of bed, scanning the room for her clothing. "We should leave immediately. Bane will show no mercy to either of us." She halts abruptly, fixing me with an intense stare. "I have nothing to wear. You cut my dress."
I shrug casually. "Leaving in a wedding dress would only attract unnecessary attention," I remark, rising from the bed. Making my way to the dresser, I open a drawer and retrieve a t-shirt and a pair of gray joggers, offering them to her. "It might be a bit loose, but it'll work until we get to where we’re going."
Her eyes widen as she slides the joggers up her legs. "Where are we headed?" she inquires.
Slipping into my own t-shirt, I respond, "I think we need to find a safe hideout for you, and I'd like you to meet my friend, Chloe Bardot. She's a detective and probably the most capable person to help us."