Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Weland is already pressed up against the wall. There’s nowhere for her to go. I’m the one who has to set the pace, so I do that by tilting my hips. It allows me to slide out just a little and then fill her again. She’s a perfect fit, so snug and tight around my cock that I need a hand on the wall to ground myself while I keep the other one on Weland, supporting her.
“Holy god,” she grinds out against my lips. “Holy god, Sterling.”
I’m getting the right angle, I think, but the position makes it hard to truly let go.
There’s only one thing for that, and it’s not to be vertical. With a grunt, I pull out and walk us across the room, cupping Weland’s perfect bottom and her hips with both hands.
“Is this okay?” I set her down on the bed and flip her over. Then, I stroke my hand over the swell of her bottom and part her legs.
“Oh my holy hotdogs,” she sighs. “Yes, it’s okay.”
I climb onto the bed behind her and tilt her hips up with both hands, guiding her to me. She’s not at all shy, and just the sight of her in this position makes my balls swell and contract in turns. I know I don’t have long, but I don’t need long.
I fill her slowly, letting her adjust to the new position because it’s deeper and more intense than it was up against the wall. Weland is free to move, and her hips drive back against me as I fill her over and over. We’re a little bit mad, and things get a little bit frenzied. I know I’m not going to last, so I add my fingers to her clit and swirl in gentle circles while I thrust into her. Not long after, I feel her walls clenching around me, and then I feel her climax. It comes on hard. She cries out and claws at the blankets while also driving back into me. I can feel her pleasure, feel the waves contracting around my dick. And I can’t stop myself. I spiral into my own climax, or more like crash into it headfirst, going a thousand miles an hour. I launch myself into the vortex of pleasure and lose myself in it and in Weland. I would say I come all the way from my toes, but that would be ungentlemanly. Maybe, I don’t know. But I come hard. Exceptionally hard. At any rate, I can feel the pleasure all the way in my fingers and toes.
Weland keeps coming, and I realize I haven’t stopped gently circling her clit. She’s wild with it, and she outlasts me, moaning and thrashing against me until we both collapse on the bed. I manage to pull out first and not fall on top of her.
“Oh my holy…holy…just…wow.” She kisses me softly, and her body bumps against mine, causing her to gasp as she makes contact with all the places that are still so sensitive. I let out a little gasp of my own. “Just give me a few minutes, and then I’m game to ride you again however you want.”
“However I want? That’s a dangerous promise.” I haven’t even taken off her bra yet. A shiver of excitement races through me. In five minutes, I’m game to let her ride me however she wants. And this time, I’ll take off her bra and worship her lovely breasts.
“Oh, it might be. Because right now, I’m in the mood for dangerous.” Her smile is brighter than the sun, and it moves through me, owning and captivating me.
I plan on leaving no spot of her body untouched.
Uncared for.
Unexplored.
Unloved.
Right here, right now, in this bed, and every day going forward in the future. If this is an experiment in making it work, then every single day, I’m down to find out what it takes to do exactly that.
Chapter twenty-three
Weland
Epilogue
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Beaaaannnssssss—”
“Happy we picked this day out of the blue to make it your birthday, happy approximately ten years old, or so the vet says. At any rate, happy birthday to you.”
I do my best glary glare at my brother, but he just laughs. My dad lets out a big guffaw, and my mom joins in with her much softer laughter. Sterling slips his arm around my waist and kisses my cheek. No one bats an eye. They’re used to our PDA. We’ve been unabashedly mushy for two years now, so I think the shock factor wore off long ago. If there ever was a shock factor. My family might have doubted Sterling just the slightest bit at first, but they lost that pretty quickly too. They realized he was in it for the long haul, and he’d never do anything to hurt me. I’m also an adult, and he’s my choice. I chose him, and I chose this relationship, and because of that alone, they were supportive, even through their doubts during those first few months.