Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“I’ve waited so damn long for this,” I groan, kissing her neck, smoothing my hands over her back, over the storm tattoo hidden beneath her sweat.
“Me too,” she moans.
I glide the rest of the way inside of her. There’s no space between us now, nothing to stop the connection, the fusing together, nothing to stop us. Her pussy massages my base like she’s trying to coax more seed out of me.
“I don’t think I can bounce up and down,” she whispers in my ear, almost ashamed and thinking I’ll judge her.
“I can help you,” I snarl, sinking my hands greedily into her skin. “Just let me know when you’re creaming all over my dick.”
“I guess we don’t need to worry about a condom this time.”
I kiss her neck, lifting her up, gliding her hole up my dick so that she kisses every inch of me. When my tip slides almost all the way out, I lower her again, letting her feel how hungry I am through the rock-hardness of my dick and the tightness of my hands.
“I wasn’t worried last time,” I snarl. “You’re too damn distracting.”
I rock her up and down quickly, listening to the slick sounds of her soaked pussy as I fuck her harder, throwing her up, pulling her down, arching my hips to slam my dick into her waiting pussy. She moans so hotly in my ear. Then she begins to move with me, grinding down at an angle.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl. “That feels so good.”
“This?” she asks, doing it again.
“Fuck. Yes.”
As she starts moving with me, I keep one hand on her hip and bring the other around to her juicy ass, savoring the way she bounces up and down, her big globes rippling with each thrust. She grabs onto my shoulders and starts shuddering in the hottest fucking way, her whole body undulating.
“Come for me,” I growl, demanding. Then I bring my hand down on the bouncing globe of her plump ass. She whimpers as I spank her again. “Fucking c-come for…”
But I can’t speak anymore. She grabs my face and looks into my eyes as we come together. There’s nothing to say. It’s like the entire car is about to explode. It’s like everything makes sense, in this moment, fused to my Mary. I don’t have to worry anymore. We’re together.
My seed erupts, and she stops moving. She sinks against me as I pump the last of my seed into her until I’m spent. Finally, she climbs off and returns to her seat. I quickly check the surroundings, sighing with relief when I realize we’re still alone. For a second, I had a terrible feeling somebody was watching us.
“You’re a wild thing, Mary,” I tell her.
She laughs, wriggling into her pants. “I meant what I said. I need something to remember you by.”
“It’s five weeks,” I tell her. “Then we’ll tell Brad.”
I expect her to argue, but instead, she lowers her gaze. Her shoulders slump. “It’s the only way, isn’t it?”
“There’s no other way out of this. Before the baby, telling him was the right thing to do. Now, it’s necessary. It’s not like I can pretend I don’t have a kid.” I pull up my pants. “I need to do the right thing. Be the sort of father mine could never be or refused to be.”
“So, you do want a future together?” she asks.
I take her hands. “I need one.”
“What if we tell Brad, and he hates us both?”
“I can’t think about that,” I say gruffly, “until after the fight. I know it’s going to be hard for you. You’ll see him every day. You don’t have training camp to distract you.”
She squeezes my hand. “You’ve worked toward this your entire life. I know you have to focus now. I’m going to support you.”
I smooth my hand up her body, under her arm, cupping her tattoo, feeling the storm, the lightning, everything that fused us together. “Do you ever wish we could’ve stayed in that night forever?”
“Only all the time,” she says. “It was so perfect, like the rest of the world didn’t exist. It was so easy to pretend we weren’t doing something terrible.”
“I know,” I say, her words hitting me hard.
After a minute of weirdly comfortable silence, I start the engine and begin driving her back. If I don’t, I’ll never let her go. I’ll forget about the fight. Forget about responsibility. Forget about Brad. I’ll just drive across the country and find some stormy, private place to build a life with my woman and child.
I love you, I almost say when it’s time to say goodbye. Maybe that makes me deranged. I was a cold shell weeks ago. Now I’m in love. I’m not sure what this feeling is if it isn’t love.
“I’ll see you soon?” she says.
“After the fight,” I tell her, nodding, “I’ll fly down. We’ll tell Brad together.”