Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
She moaned, sucking on my tongue.
“So good.” I sat up on my knees, never once breaking our heated stares as I unbuckled my jeans to kick them off with my boxer briefs.
Through dark, dilated, hooded eyes, she took in the size of my hard cock for the first time. I fisted my shaft, jerking myself off in front of her. She watched with an expression full of desire and nothing else. I smiled, appreciating the look in her eyes.
I was a goner.
It was her turn to smile as she sat up, kissing me. Silently demanding I keep going. When I didn’t move fast enough, she reached for my dick and wrapped her hand around my shaft, causing my breath to hitch against her lips and my dick to jerk in her grasp.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” I scoffed out, biting her bottom lip. “Stroke my cock. Harder. Faster.”
She was a very good listener. Driving me to the brink of insanity.
With her, it was different, and there was no denying that.
She slid her tongue into my mouth, and I let her take the lead.
“Van, I want you.” She positioned my dick at her entrance.
I groaned, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, I’ve always been ready for you.”
“I don’t deserve you. Not your heart or your pussy, but I’m a selfish bastard, and I want both regardless.”
“I’m yours forever.”
“Don’t say things you don’t understand.”
“I love—”
“Don’t say things I don’t understand.”
“Vaughan—”
I kissed her, mostly to shut her up. I didn’t want her to have expectations after this, and I was beginning to realize she would. And still, I couldn’t stop myself.
Slowly, inch by inch, little by little, I thrust inside her. She felt incredible, like nothing I’d ever felt before. The sensation of her walls tightening around me was indescribable.
My balls ached.
“I’m right there, baby.”
She gasped, clinging to my back. “Yes…”
“Yeah? You okay?”
“Yes, I like that. Keep going.”
She moaned, fisting the sheets as her head fell back against the bed. Preparing for the pleasure my cock would bring.
Thrusting in and out, I played with her nub. Her pussy constricted every single time I massaged her clit up and down. The faster my fingers moved, the harder and deeper my thrusts became.
Squirming.
Falling apart.
“You were made for me. How are you this delicious?”
“I was made for you.”
Unable to confront the truth, I hid my face in the crook of her neck. Aware it wouldn’t matter in the end—she owned my heart and soul.
Always had.
Always would.
Our mouths parted, both of us panting profusely, helpless against our bodies coming together as one. She gasped the second she felt my cock hit her G-spot, and I picked up the pace of my assault.
“Vaughan … right there…”
“Here, baby? You want my cock, here?” My dick throbbed to come balls deep inside her now.
“Oh God … yes … right there…” Her moans got louder and louder, squeezing the hell out of my cock.
“Yeah, baby, just like that. Come hard for me.”
“Yes… Don’t stop … please don’t stop.”
“I won’t. I can’t. You own me.”
She pulsated, and her sweet pussy sucked me dry. I came so hard my vision blurred, and my body trembled right along with hers. We went over the edge together, where I could barely see straight. We stayed like that for I don’t know how long, in our haven that would eventually turn into our hell. It felt as if an eternity had passed between us, and it still wasn’t enough time with her.
It was never enough time with her.
“I’ll be right back.” I kissed the tip of her nose and got up, going straight into the bathroom. Needing a minute to myself for what I wasn’t prepared to face.
My emotions held me hostage while I cleaned myself up.
“Don’t say it. Please don’t ruin this for me.” She was staring up at the ceiling when I walked back into the bedroom. Lost in her own thoughts with my white sheet wrapped around her naked body.
“What exactly do you think I’m going to say?”
“That you regret it.”
“Look at me.”
She did, her eyes already welling up with tears.
“Aw, baby.” I went to her and kissed her lips. I hated fighting. I hated all of this.
“Every time something intimate happens between us, you always push me away after. Please, just give me this. I can’t hear you say that you regr—”
“I don’t.”
She sighed, fresh tears falling down the sides of her face.
“Don’t cry for me, Tru.”
“I mean for next time.”
There wouldn’t be a next time. I felt it in my soul. I came back to love her, to prove my love, to prove the trust we had, and she was still hiding things from me. Dad said she knew everything. So why didn’t she tell me everything when we were fighting? Why not now?