Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
epilogue one
Grace
“Shhh,” Caine warns as I close my eyes and sink down on his cock until my ass hits his legs, “you have to be quiet.”
“It’s so good.” I hold on to his shoulders as I lift myself to the tip of his cock, then sink back down again, this time faster than the last. His mouth swallows the moan that comes out of my mouth.
“Baby,” he says softly before he bends and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, biting down and then sucking in, sending shockwaves through me.
“Caine,” I try to whisper, “I don’t know if I can keep quiet.”
“You’ll have to try, baby.” He leans against the headboard, and one of his hands moves from my hip to my nipple as he rolls it. I slam down on him, our panting filling the room. “That’s it, baby.”
I’m delirious at this point and can feel the orgasm coming within my fingertips. “Caine.” I don’t know if I’m asking him or begging him.
“Take it, baby,” he urges, his hands on my hips helping me move up and then slamming me down, making his cock go deeper into me. “Take my cum.” He wraps one arm around my waist, picking me up and then slamming me down on his cock. “Your pussy is going to suck the cum right out of me.” I lean back a little so his cock can rub my G-spot, and he knows it. “That pussy is getting tight,” he whispers, “strangling my cock.” His thumb slides between us, rubbing it down my slit before he rubs my clit with it. “Greedy for my cum.”
“Yes,” I pant, “I want it all.” I close my eyes as he helps me ride his cock, something I wanted to do all by myself, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off me. “I want it in me.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “I want it on me,” I whisper in his ear. “I want it dripping out of me all day long.”
“Fuck,” he groans, and I know that he’s as gone as I am. “I’m going to—”
“I’m there.” I close my eyes as I squeeze his cock, his mouth covering mine as we both come at the same time. He slides his hand from between us to wrap it around my back, pulling me to him. I let go of his lips before I sink deeper into him, burying my face in his neck.
“That was nice,” I say with a sigh before his alarm starts ringing from the nightstand. He lets go of me for a moment to shut it off.
“Morning,” he murmurs softly.
“Hmm, good morning.” I kiss his neck before I lift my head, his cock still buried inside me.
“I’m going to have to get the contractors to come in and soundproof this room,” he declares, and I can’t help but laugh.
My whole body shakes in his arms. “I can be quiet.”
“Baby,” he soothes softly, “you think you can be quiet.” I rub my nose along his neck. “I also love when you scream my name.”
“I don’t scream.” I sit up and his cock twitches inside me. “I talk.” I tilt my head to the side. “Loudly.” I lean forward and kiss his lips. “What are the chances we can get in and out of the shower before she wakes up?” I ask, and he smirks.
“Are you starting the shower on your knees?” He winks at me, and I wiggle my hips and squeeze my pussy. “Hmm.” He bends to nip my jaw, making me laugh. “Definitely starting on your knees.” He tightens his hold on me as he lifts me from his bed and walks into his bathroom.
“What if Meadow wakes up?” I look over my shoulder.
“She’ll yell, and when she can’t find me, she’ll come looking for me. She’ll hear the shower and then go downstairs and eat the Froot Loops cereal I don’t let her eat.”
“We’ll make it fast,” I say, wrapping myself around him before he lets me go. I start the shower and get on my knees.
He’s out of the shower before me because even though I tried not to get my hair wet, it got soaking wet after I swallowed him down, and he said he would wash me. That ended up with him finger fucking me from the back and me holding on to the wall in front of me. “Making sure you have my cum deep inside you,” he whispered in my ear right before I came all over his hand.
“I’ll bring you coffee, baby,” he says before he walks out of the door with shorts on, my stomach getting tingles every single time he calls me baby. Something he’s been doing since we got back together last week.
It’s been a roller coaster of a week, to say the very least. Once we got back together, we didn’t come home right away. No. Not with my family. The only one who left that day was Nash after he whispered in my ear, “Go easy on him, he means well.”