Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
The setting sun catches sharply and glitters off my ring finger, and I feel the heat well up inside of me as my eyes land on the engagement ring I’ve been wearing for a few months now, after Channing proposed right here on this very beach.
What we have isn’t normal, but I don’t care. Even with Catherine and my father being separated, I get that our “how we met” story is a little past some people’s comfort zones.
We really don’t care.
How can we? We’ve got this life, and our freedom, and each other, and really, what else is there?
Channing groans into my skin, plunging deep inside of me as I start to tumble towards that edge. The feel of the waves bobbing me up and down, and the feel of the man I love holding me so damn tight and making me feel like the only woman in his world starts to build, until slowly, I know I’m going to fall.
“Channing—”
But he already knows. He knows exactly how my body works, and he knows when I’m close before I even have to tell him.
“Let go, princess,” he whispers into my ear, his cock swelling up inside of me and his hands tightening on my body. “Let go and fucking come for me.”
I bury my scream into his neck as the climax thunders through me, shaking me to my core and making my toes curl. I cling to him, moaning as the pleasure rolls over me again and again, losing myself in him as he drags the orgasm from my body.
Channing isn’t far behind, and when he drives in deep, sears his lips to mine, and kisses me with everything he has, I feel him let go too. His cock throbs inside of me, and when his cum pumps deep against my womb, I cry out as another small climax ripples through me. We hold each other fiercely, letting the waves soothe us and the afternoon sun tease over our skin as we kiss.
Eventually, we’ll go back to shore. We’ll grab our stuff, head back up the beach to our house, and make dinner. Or maybe, we’ll make love again and then order takeout. Actually, that sounds like a lot better plan.
I’ve got him, and he’s got me, and the love we’ve got is the kind no one can take away.
Oh, and I still write him letters. They’re still straight up filthy.
The End.