Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
The words are barely out in the air between us before I’m somehow lined up perfectly with her entrance and gliding into her with a pained, pleasured groan. I clench my jaw, fighting to take it slow, but at that exact moment she flexes her thighs, forcing me deep.
She cries out, but thank God it’s a sound of relief, not pain. “Yes,” she pants, smiling as she pulls in ragged breaths and hugs me close. “God, Connor, it’s so perfect. You feel so good. It doesn’t hurt at all.”
“No?” I ask, sinking deeper, until every last inch of my throbbing dick is encased in her sweetness. And it is…heaven. Paradise. Better than any sexual encounter I could have imagined before I fell in love at first sight with the only woman I ever want to take to bed, from now until the moment they lay me in the ground.
“No,” she confirms, rocking her hips forward, taking me just that tiniest bit deeper. “I just feel full in the best way and…” She trails off, biting her bottom lip as she wiggles slightly. “And like, I want to…move.”
“We can move,” I promise, stroking into her long and slow—once, twice— a tight laugh bursting from my throat when she grips my ass in her hands, using the leverage to shift the angle of our connection until her lashes flutter with a blissful sigh.
“Yes, just like that, right there,” she whispers, moaning as I follow her lead.
“I like you bossy,” I say, my balls so full and tight it’s nearly painful. “I like it a whole fucking lot.”
She sucks in a sharp breath as I circle my hips at the end of my next thrust, grinding against the top of her. “Oh wow, yes, that’s even better. Oh my God, Connor, let’s do this forever. Every day. Every night.”
“Yes, baby, every fucking night,” I promise, my control already slipping as she bucks into me, urging me to grind harder, faster.
I hold on for as long as I can, but soon we’ve found an urgent rhythm that makes it almost impossible to breathe as we cling to each other, taking each other with a shameless ease that solidifies my certainty that we were meant to be. She was meant to be my girl, my lover, my other half, and coming inside her is about to be the best thing that’s happened to me in longer than I can remember.
She cries out as her pussy locks around me. I kiss her hard, promising with every stroke of my tongue that I’m going to make her gush for me like this for the rest of our lives.
“I love you, Wendy Ann, I love you so much,” I gasp as I take her faster, and she clings to me, her body still gripping my cock like a fist.
I come with a ragged cry, burying myself deep as I give her everything—my come, my heart, my passion, my soul. It’s all hers.
“Always.”
I don’t realize I’ve said the word aloud until a croak from the other room echoes, “Always! Always be your baby!” The squawk is followed by a few bars of Mariah Carey’s classic warbled in the parrot’s melodic alto.
“Apparently his repertoire expands beyond the 80s,” I say as I pull back, gazing down at Wendy Ann as we both burst out laughing.
We laugh and kiss and grab a quick couples’ shower in the bathroom. Then we order room service, feed Sharkbait, and kiss some more. We eat and plan an adventure for tomorrow—our only full day in Vegas—before rebooking my flight to Boston for the following Monday, with a seat for her right beside me. I still have three weeks before classes start, and we both agree a little time in Bad Dog to ease our families into the transition is a good idea.
“And I have to pack up my apartment and see if I can get out of my lease a little early,” she says.
“And I should come clean with my parents instead of running away,” I agree, popping another French fry into her open mouth. Even burgers and fries taste better with her. “I’m suddenly feeling strong enough to face a confrontation.”
“It’s your sexy and devoted wife,” she says. “Because you know she’s got your back.”
“I do know that,” I agree, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “I love you. I truly do.”
“Me, too,” she whispers, cupping my cheek with a tenderness that destroys me and mends all my broken pieces, all at the same time. “Should we get naked again, do you think?”
“We absolutely should,” I say. “Just let me tuck Sharkbait back in for the night.”
The parrot, who was enjoying a wander around the hotel room, doesn’t put up a fight when I collect him from the top of the television. He just hops onto his perch with a sleepy-sounding, “Built this city on rock ‘n roll.”