Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
"Do it," I tell him. "Now. Hurry."
He gives me one last deep lick and gets to his feet. His one leg creaks as he does, but there's no groan of pain accompanying his movements and I know Jerrok feels so much better than he has in a long time. He's not thinking about anything but making love, though. He puts his hand in my hair and grabs a handful of it, tilting my head back, and I gasp, loving the feeling of being trapped by him. Just him. He cups my jaw and tilts my head so we can kiss, and it's a tender mixture of possessiveness and affection as only Jerrok does best, and it makes my pussy clench.
"My sweet love," he murmurs into my ear. "My good girl."
I moan. He knows I love to hear those words. Knows that nothing makes me wetter. He rubs his cock between my legs, stroking against my backside as he whispers to me just how perfect I am, how sexy, how beautiful.
When he pushes inside me, there are no bad thoughts, just pleasure. And as Jerrok drives into me, he holds me, arm locked around my waist even as he pounds into me from behind, his spur thrusting against the pucker of my ass with every deep stroke. It's the most obscene thing ever, and the most perfect.
I'm right where I belong—safe in my lover's arms, cherished and whole.
When I come, it's explosive with its force, and the gush of my release slides down my thighs. Wrung out, I cling to Jerrok and the wall as he pumps into me, and a few moments later, I'm wet with his release, too. Our spent breaths mingle, and then Jerrok gives a panting laugh and kisses my face. "Happy birthing day, love."
I smile, wrecked but happy. As long as I have Jerrok, every day feels like the best day of my life.