Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
I never should have doubted Miller. The way he treats me and cares for me is what’s the truth, and I won’t make that mistake again. Next time I’ll go straight to him and ask, because I trust that he’ll always be honest with me.
“You are a witch with your pussy, krasota. I can’t control my cock when your cunt tightens around me.” He kisses my neck as he moves his hand from off my mouth, and I roll over so I can face him.
“I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life.”
“You will,” he says, and it’s a promise.
His fingers play with my hair for a few moments, but then he moves off the bed. For a second I think he’s going to get dressed, but then he kneels on the side of the bed and spreads my legs.
“I told you this is how I’d wake you, but I couldn't help myself.” I go to tell him it doesn't matter, but he buries his face in my pussy before I can get a word out.
When I feel two big fingers push inside, I clench around him. Then when he does it again, I think he’s trying to make sure every drop of his cum stays inside where he put it. With that thought and him sucking my clit into his mouth, I’m done for. I put my own hand over my mouth this time as I climax. It’s hot and fast, and afterwards I lie there breathless. Miller kisses the inside of each of my thighs before he stands up fully naked with his long, thick cock hard as steel. My mouth waters when I see his need drip from the end, and just as I sit up to take him in my hands, I hear a noise.
“What are you doing? Why is the door locked?” My eyes widen and I jump out of bed as Miller smiles like the devil.
“Get dressed,” I hiss at him, but he's already reaching for his clothes and lazily pulling his boxer briefs on.
“I’m getting dressed,” I shout, pretending not to still be in orgasmic bliss.
“Seriously?” I can hear her roll her eyes as she turns the knob again.
“Get in the closet,” I whisper to Miller, pushing him toward it.
“You think I’m going to hide in a closet?” he chuckles.
“For me?” I plead with him, and his face softens.
“For you,” he agrees, kissing the tip of my nose, and then goes and hides. I tighten my robe around me and open the door for my sister.
“I’ll be down in a second,” I say, and she narrows her eyes at me.
“Dad’s gonna murder him,” she whispers. “Your room smells like sex.” I want to ask her how she knows what sex smells like, but then I remember she walked in on her cheating boyfriend in the act.
“Stall them for me,” I quietly beg. She hesitates for a moment but then relents.
“Fine, but you’re going to do the dishes,” she says, then turns around and walks downstairs.
I rush to the closet and open the doors. “Now what?” Miller gives me a playful smile.
“You go out the window.” He raises his eyebrows at me. “They do it in movies,” I point out.
“Fine, krasota. I need to go get Frost. I'm going to have to drag him here.” He kisses me one last time before I walk over to my window and open it. He climbs through and easily jumps out of it like it’s nothing.
“I love you,” I say, and I can’t help but smile because it reminds me of a romance book or a Hallmark movie.
I shut the window and quickly get myself together before I rush downstairs and get to work. Thankfully my parents don’t seem to notice anything was amiss this morning, and Cookie keeps a lid on it.
Time flies by as we cook and laugh, so when I hear the doorbell chime, I all but run to the door.
We stayed up late last night talking, and he told me more about his parents. After all of that I knew that today would be perfect. I want them to see what Thanksgiving should be about and welcome him and Frost into our family. With all this marriage talk, this will be their family too, and it’s important for us to share this.
I open the door and the first thing I see is Frost looking bored. But my man gives me a smile as he bends down to kiss me, and I can’t believe how much I missed him in such a short time.
My dad clears his throat, and I quickly pull back from Miller. I introduce everyone, but Dad is staring a hole into Miller.
“Why don’t you get Frost a drink? Miller and I are going to have a quick chat on the porch,” my dad says, and I quickly agree.