Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I can feel her pussy getting even tighter, clutching my shaft like it wants to tear my manhood right off my body.
I fasten my fingers on her ass, gripping the flesh as I fuck her even harder. I still somehow can’t believe it’s her, Iris, the girl I spent all that time with three years ago. To have her here in my hands, with her legs spread open for me, accepting my cock—it just doesn’t seem real.
“I love you,” I whisper, my lips dancing across hers as we make love. “I love you, Iris.”
Her lips curl into a smile against mine. I stare deep into her eyes and see the only answer I’ll ever need to what I just said. Still, she opens her mouth and says, “I love you too, Jameson.”
“I’ll never leave you again,” I tell her, pumping hard and deep as I feel my orgasm approaching. “It’ll take an act of God to take me away from you.”
I can feel it again: her climax rising up in perfect timing with mine. It’s like we’re just in perfect sync. And why wouldn’t it be like that? We always have been in life; it makes perfect sense that it would be that way when we make love.
“I sure hope so,” she whimpers as her body begins to shake.
Her hips buck forward hard, and she moans into my mouth as her climax rocks her. Her pussy clenches down on me so tightly that it’s almost painful. But that’s all it takes to draw me over the edge.
I empty into her as she cries out in joyous ecstasy, clamping down on my hip with the leg slung over my waist. My cock flexes, spraying my seed inside her, breeding her, making her feel more mine than ever before.
“Yes, baby,” I groan, pumping every bit of my cum into her hole until it’s spilling out and making a sticky, wet mess all over our thighs. “Take it all. Take it.”
“I can feel it!” she moans. “God it’s so hot!”
She leans in close and rests her head against my neck. Without even thinking about it, I begin to slowly run my hand through her hair. I close my eyes and lose myself in the moment.
Right here. This is where I always want to be. This is where we both belong.
“I’m sorry again, Iris. I’m sorry for getting upset with you.”
“Don’t be,” she whispers back immediately. “It was a misunderstanding between both of us. All that matters is that we didn’t let it ruin things.”
“You’re right.” I smile, pressing my lips to her cheek. “Nothing will ruin the two of us. Ever.”
“You know what else, Jameson?”
“What?”
Iris looks up at me, and I see a slight hesitance in her eyes. “If you’re still okay with it…I’d like to take you up on your offer.”
I light up inside like a million light bulbs going on at the same time.
“You’re going to let me send you to med school?” I ask.
Iris nods. “If you still want to. And I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you for money or something either. Like you’re my sugar daddy or something–”
“Of course I don’t feel like that, baby!” I reply. “How could you even think that?”
She looks so sweet when she looks back at me, her cheeks as red as the skin of an apple. “Good. Because I don’t want you to even remotely think that.”
“Don’t worry.” I smile. “I don’t. I mean—you walked out of here when I first suggested it, so…”
Iris groans and buries her face in my arm. I laugh and brush her hair away and pull her back, forcing her to look at me.
“I’m just playing with you,” I tease, kissing her all over her face. “Don’t even think about that.”
“Jerk,” she teases back, gently slapping me on the shoulder.
We both laugh together then kiss. As I hold her in my arms, it’s like I can feel pieces of myself slipping back to where they once were. Like a puzzle that was nearly completed and then spilled all over the floor, having Iris here in my arms and knowing she’ll be with me forever, I can feel myself starting to become whole again.
Chapter 21
Iris
The sound of my alarm jolts me out of sleep, and I snap my eyes open and snatch for my phone, desperate to shut it off before I wake Jameson. But it’s too late. I can feel him stirring beside me already.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
“No, it’s okay,” he replies. “I’m already awake.”
I feel his hand cup my ass, and smiling, roll over to see him sitting beside me, already dressed, a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Made one for you too,” he says, handing it to me. “If you want cream and sugar, though, you’ll have to come downstairs. I figured you were sweet enough.”