Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
His needy plunges forced her body to propel upwards then descend, over and over again. They never once looked away from one another as he had his way with her. Her eyes glossed over, but she shut them fast, although not before a solitary tear rolled out and moistened her cheek. Pressing his face in the small of her neck, he wrapped himself around her as he pounded her pussy. His grunts and moans echoed in his ears, and in the room as he slammed into her, his teeth sinking into his tongue. He tried to control himself, to no avail.
He quickly jerked his dick out of her. It was slick with her juices as he turned her onto her side and entered her once again, lifting her leg to make his entrance smoother. They were face to face once again, their foreheads practically touching as he anchored himself, plunging upwards inside of her, brushing against her clit at each pass. She orgasmed once again, and he maintained his pace. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, kissing her with the flavor of her love, hoping she loved it as much as he did.
He faded within himself, and she must’ve seen him disappearing for she offered an all-knowing smile. After emitting a loud grunt, he felt his climax a mere moment away. And then it arrived. He dropped her leg, seized her ass with both hands, forcing her into his short, fast jabs, and let his essence flow into her pussy.
Then they rested in each other’s arms, breathing hard and smiling at one another. He fell onto his back, and she put her head on his chest. He looked down at her, feeling so damn protective. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.
We’re in this together, but I’m not involving you, baby. Just wait on the sidelines. I’ve got this.
He kissed her temple. “I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, Genesis, but thank you for everything. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you. Ever. You’ve not only been my girlfriend, my therapist, and my lover—you’ve been my friend. You just know how to handle me, and you get what I need, when I need it. I promise you that I’d risk my life for you and not think twice about it.”
“The only way to fight hatred is with love, and the only way to be loved is to be open and believe you deserve it. It may not be easy, but you’re going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”
Her fingers traced lazy patterns all along his chest. For the first time in months, he allowed himself to believe that he, in fact, deserved this amazing woman, and he undoubtedly deserved to be loved…
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Make Like a Tree
The Big Thicket National Preserve was about ninety miles away from Houston, Texas. Genesis had pulled her hair up into a ponytail and wore no makeup, with the exception of a sheer pink gloss. She opted for an old black sweatshirt with bleach stains along the stretched-out collar, and a pair of dark green leggings to walk one of the trails which, according to her brochure from one of the rangers, were plentiful—a total of forty miles collectively. Roman said they were going hiking, perhaps bird watching, and enjoying nature as a whole. This side of him surprised her. She never knew that he enjoyed such things, and she found it a bit bewildering when he asked her on short notice to spend the day with him in the great outdoors.
She wasn’t much of a hiker, but being in the midst of a jungle-like landscape did appeal to her desire for peace and tranquility, and it was good to get fresh air and mingle with nature. At least, that’s what her favorite meditation podcaster would say. She glanced to the back of his truck, noting their bags, extra water, bear spray, binoculars and such. The wilderness was a far cry from his Smith Street downtown penthouse, and her comfortable apartment in the suburbs. She looked back out the window, settled in as she sipped from a baby pink Stanley cup filled with chai tea. The classic sounds of ‘Cream,’ by White Room seduced her into thoughts of a time before she was born but felt very much connected to. Old souls running free.
Roman’s lean, long body was stretched out as he leisurely handled the steering wheel with expert precision over rugged terrain, lopsided hills, deep valleys and unexpected dips and hard bumps. They passed campsites, vacationers, quaint cabins in the far distance, deer, foxes and something that may have been a moose. Other times, she saw nothing but towering saplings and wild brush for what seemed like forever. A tapestry of green and brown shades dotted with blips of black, blue and yellow. The truck slowed, and she sat a bit straighter, placing her cup in the holder.