Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
I take her soft hand in mine and bring it to my cock. “Touch me,” I beg as she closes her hand around my erection. She tightens her grip, nearly driving me out of my mind.
While she slides her hand up and down, I suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth. Then I kiss my way over and give the other one the same attention.
My cock urges me to hurry the fuck up. Since I can’t resist the temptation to make her mine anymore, I line my cock up with her wet opening and slowly push forward. I stare down into her aqua eyes as pleasure bursts through me. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
Rotating my hips, I press deep in one stroke. As I tear through her virginity, I look at her questioningly. “Did you forget to tell me something?”
“Oops. My bad,” she whimpers.
“I’m so goddamn glad.” It might make me a goddamn asshole, but knowing she’ll only ever be mine causes my inner caveman to fist-bump the air. I kiss her soft lips, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth as her sharp nails dig into my back. I pull back slowly and thrust forward again while telling myself to take it slow with her.
She groans my name, and a wince flashes across her face. “Are you okay?” I can’t stand the thought of hurting her.
“I’m better than okay.” She sighs, wrapping her silky legs around my hips, and that’s all the encouragement I need.
She lifts her hips up to meet each of my thrusts, and it doesn’t take long for me to feel an orgasm crawling up my spine. When I reach between us to press my thumb against her clit, her silky inner muscles strangle the fuck out of my cock. She screams my name as fireworks blast behind my closed eyelids. I come, emptying my cock deep in her sweet pussy, hoping my swimmers do their job. Visions of several little girls who look just like their mother flash across my mind as happiness and contentment flow through me.
Dropping down next to her, I pull her curvy body against mine. As I run my hand up and down her arm, my eyes drift closed. I’m on the verge of falling asleep when there’s an angry scratching noise at the bedroom door.
“Oops.” I laugh as I slip out from under the covers. “I forgot about Edna.”
I walk over to the door naked and pull it open to find my dog sitting there glaring at me. “Come on in,” I tell her and watch as she trots over to jump up on the foot of the bed.
I slide back in the bed and pull Emily close. “I hope you don’t mind having Edna sleeping at the foot of the bed.”
“Not at all.” She chuckles and snuggles closer. There’s nothing in the world like falling asleep with my girl wrapped tight in my arms. Life is perfect and I don’t ever plan on spending a night away from her again.
Chapter 8
Emily
I wake to the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains, stretching out beneath the inviting warmth of Ashton’s fluffy comforter. The events of last night flood back to me in a delicious haze.
We’d spent the evening enveloped in laughter, cozied up on the couch, and everything about him felt right. More right than anything else has ever felt before. I roll over and wince as my newly broken-in lady parts protest the movement. It might be a few days before I’m able to give them another workout, but it was so freaking worth it.
Glancing over my shoulder, I find Ashton still asleep, his hair tousled and his lips slightly parted. The peaceful expression on his face makes me smile. I could stay in this moment forever if I didn’t have a new chapter to start tomorrow.
I slide out of bed, trying not to wake him, and sneak into his bathroom. After finding a bathrobe hanging behind the door, I pull it on and tiptoe to the kitchen. The chill of the floor makes me wish I’d stopped to find socks. I need coffee, so I make a beeline for the fancy coffeemaker.
It takes a few minutes, but I finally manage to figure out how to use it. As I wait for it to brew, I lean against the counter, looking forward to the caffeine rush.
The rich aroma of coffee fills the room, and I pour a cup, letting out a satisfied sigh. I take a moment to appreciate the cozy charm of Ashton’s kitchen, filled with earthy tones and sunlight. It suits him perfectly—comforting, yet with a hint of unpredictability.
Just as I’m about to take a sip, I hear a yawn behind me. I turn to see Ashton shuffling into the kitchen, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “Morning, gorgeous,” he says, voice gravelly and deep. It sends that familiar thrill coursing through me.