Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
It works just like I think it would, as a string of curse words erupts from her throat and she comes around my dick. “Aww, feels so good milking me, baby. Your pussy is pulsing, pulling my orgasm out of me, tightening and fisting."
I dip my head as I continue to thrust and grind against her. I catch her lips and kiss her as I pound until my release erupts through me. Her body goes limp beneath me, sated as I pour into her. Her chest heaves, her nipples rasping against my chest, arms over my head and fisting around my neck with pleasure.
“You fuck like a sex God, King,” she grins slyly, her cheeks flushed from the orgasm. My cock throbs with desire for her.
“Stop that smug grin,” I tease, giving her nipple a gentle pinch. She squeals in delight.
“Whatever you say, cowboy.” She wraps her arms around my chest, running her nails over my bare back.
“I love it when you do that,” I tell her, pulling her chin towards me for a kiss.
“My body is sore from your fucking,” she giggles, like music to my ears. “But in the best way possible.”
“I'm glad you think so,” I say, holding her close as we come down from our high. This woman is everything to me and nothing can change that.
“Thank you for loving me, even though I know I'm just a cranky old man—”
“Oh, King,” she interrupts me, climbing on top of me and wrapping her arms around my neck. “You're not old or cranky to me. You're the most amazing and generous man I've ever known. You’re only a cranky old man sometimes.”
I playfully smack her on the butt and she lets out a yelp.
“Ow! What was that for?!”
“For calling me old,” I confess with a smirk before capturing her lips again. I flip her over, spreading her legs open and slowly licking up the wetness between them. “And now I owe you another thank you for saying yes.”
Later, as we lie tangled together, the campfire burning low, Indie rests her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. Across the lake, the faint silhouette of a grizzly bear with her cubs climbs the ridge, their shapes illuminated by the moonlight.
She lifts her head, her eyes following mine. “Full circle,” she murmurs, a smile playing on her lips. “A grizzly bear brought me to my grizzly mountain man.”
I laugh softly, pulling her closer. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life thanking that bear.”
Her laughter is warm and bright, and as she snuggles closer, I feel the undeniable weight of contentment settle over me. This is my world now—her, this mountain, and the family we’re building together. And it’s more than I ever dared to dream.
THE END