Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Cheers erupt from his brothers, clapping from his parents, but all I hear is Holt’s breath against my lips, all I feel is the way his body presses against mine, sealing this moment between us.
After the celebrations die down, Holt takes my hand and leads me back to the ledge. The stars are out now, twinkling above us like a thousand witnesses to our love. He spreads out a blanket, pulling me down beside him, his hand slipping under my dress as he leans in, his lips grazing my ear.
“I want you,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need. “Right here, right now. Just like that night.”
My heart races as his hands slide over my skin, the cool night air mixing with the heat of his touch. “Holt,” I breathe, my voice trembling as he lays me back on the blanket, his body hovering over mine. The weight of him, the solid strength of him, sends a thrill through me, making my pulse race.
We make love under the stars, slow and deliberate, each touch a promise, each kiss filled with the weight of everything we’ve been through to get here. My fingers curl into his hair as our bodies move together, the stars spinning above us, the mountain wind cool against my heated skin.
“I love you,” he whispers against my neck, his breath hot as he pulls me closer. “I’ve fallen so hard for you, Lila. I can’t imagine my life without you.”
My body trembles as I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “You’ll never have to live without me again,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “I promise.”
Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I think about his heavy length inside me, claiming me, making me feel things I’d never imagined. I’m no longer a virgin because of this man. And now, unexpectedly, I’m a married woman. The thought hits me hard, but I don’t feel shame or regret. I feared I might wake up feeling like I’d made a mistake that morning, that maybe I’d feel like a slut. But with Holt, it’s different. He sees me. He always has. From the moment we met, it felt like he looked right through all my defenses and into the real me. And now, lying here on our ledge, I feel anything but regret.
Holt is lying naked on the sleeping bags, his chest bare and his body gleaming with moonlit sweat from our lovemaking. I feel a flush of heat pool between my legs as I watch and then without thinking, I crawl across his body, palming his thick, still-hard dick in my hands. His dark eyes lock onto mine, and I see the flare of lust as his hands reach for me, threading through my hair and tilting my head up.
“What are you doing to me, Lila?” he growls, but his voice is rough with desire, not protest. His eyes burn with intensity, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body. “I just came deep inside your beautiful pussy and I feel like I could go again. You drive me insane in the sexiest ways.”
His thick, hard cock leaks more beads of pre-cum and my breath catches at the sight of it. God, he’s huge. I never imagined a man could bring me so much pleasure. I grin, feeling the weight of him in my hands, marveling at the way he fills my grip. His size should intimidate me, but instead, it thrills me.
“Lila...” His voice falters as I kiss the tip of his cock, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. His groan fills the air, deeper and more primal than the sounds he makes when he’s doing a challenging climb, and it spurs me on. My lips close around him, my cheeks hollowing as I take him deeper into my mouth, sucking him the way I’ve always imagined.
“Fuck, Lila!” Holt grits through clenched teeth as his hand tightens in my hair, urging me to take more. The taste of him, the feel of his thick length in my mouth, drives me wild. My hips begin to rock on their own, my need for him growing with every moan that slips past his lips.
Then, his rough hand slides down my back, slipping beneath the waistband of my panties. His fingers find my soaked entrance, and I moan around his cock as he thrusts two fingers inside me, the intrusion sending pleasure shooting up my spine.
But just as quickly, his hand is at my collarbone, pushing me back onto my heels. His fingers still inside me, fucking me relentlessly as his other hand trails up my neck, caressing the sensitive skin there.
“You’re not getting my cum again that easily,” he says, his lips hovering close to mine, teasing me with the promise of a kiss. “You’re going to work for it.” His thumb brushes over the tight bud of my back entrance, and I gasp, my body quivering with anticipation. “And maybe we’ll have a little fun too.”