Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
My hands clenched deeply into her ass, likely leaving imprints of my fingers behind. If she made me hold off any longer, those marks would turn to bruises.
The tips of both my pointer fingers fell into the crack of her ass, the tips brushing over that little puckered entrance.
When that accidental brush happened, she detonated.
One second she was lingering, trying to draw out the orgasm that we were both chasing, and the next she was coming so hard that I saw stars.
No longer able to hold on, I let go and came fast and almost violently inside of her.
And it took just seconds for me to realize that the condom I’d asked her to fetch was still on my chest between us. Yet, neither one of us had paused long enough in our activities to put it on.
I couldn’t stop myself though. Even knowing that I was possibly putting both of us at risk of becoming parents at this point was enough to cause my cock to harden impossibly further.
Her breathing was ragged, and mine didn’t sound much better.
Being in really great shape didn’t automatically mean that you wouldn’t lose your breath when your brain was solely focused on the feeling of the pussy that was sucking every drop of cum out of the tip of your dick.
I wasn’t a liar, and I wasn’t one to beat around the bush.
“You take my breath away,” I whispered fiercely to her. “You make me want to be a better man. A man who you can always count on to never let you falter.”
Her head came up, and I realized who it was I was dealing with in a matter of seconds.
My other half. The complement to my soul.
“The same goes for you,” she murmured fiercely. “It physically hurts to think about being away from you, and it scares the crap out of me that one day you might not be here for me anymore.”
I rolled us over, my elbows resting in the bed on either side of her head, as my cock slid out from her to rest wetly against the seam of her sex.
“I won’t ever be far,” I promised her. “And even if I am, all you have to do is call. I’ll come back to you the moment I hear you need me. I love you. I’ve loved you for a while, and I’ve been so scared to tell you.”
Her eyes watered.
The moment she came down from her high, I waited for it to start.
And she didn’t disappoint.
The instant everything came back, she was crying again.
And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
***
“Come,” I ordered, standing up and rummaging through my drawers.
I couldn’t watch her sit on that couch and cry for another minute longer.
“Why?” she sniffled. “I don’t want to get up.”
I found some socks, slipped them onto my large feet, and then slipped said large feet into my tennis shoes that I wear to work out in.
Once I got my feet into my shoes, I nabbed another pair of socks and walked over to Naomi. I reached for her leg and pulled the socks into place.
They fit her loosely, going all the way up to just below her knee.
“Don’t ask me why,” I said. “Get up. Go pee. Get your shoes on. In that order.”
She shot me a glare.
“There’s nothing you can do at this point to make the hurt go away,” she informed me as she rose. “I’ll be better if you just leave me be.”
I grabbed her shoes and held them up for her.
She still didn’t move.
“If you make me start counting like I do with kids, you’re not going to like what I do to you.”
She snorted as she reached for her shoes, surprising me when she actually put them on and stood up with expectation lighting her eyes.
“Where to, Seanshine?”
I frowned at her. Hard.
“Why do you insist on calling me that?” I asked casually, not letting on that I absolutely hated that name.
Why my father, friends, and colleagues insisted on calling me that, was beyond me. Even when they knew how much I hated it.
“Your friend, Memphis, calls you that.”
My brows rose.
“When did you have a chance to talk to Memphis?” I asked in surprise.
Her lips tipped up at the corners. “When she called and I answered your phone while you were in the shower earlier. I now have lots and lots of ammo to use against you the next time we fight.”
My frown was likely ferocious.
“Whatever she told you, you can’t believe,” I informed her. “Trust me. She’s the devil.”
I picked up the two gloves in the corner and turned to her, holding them up in my hands.
“That’ll never fit me,” she informed me.
I shrugged.
“It’ll be all right,” I promised. “I’ll even let you use mine, which is smaller.”
And that’s how I hit my girlfriend with a baseball, giving her a black eye. Luckily, I wasn’t throwing the ball like I would have in a real game or it could have been a lot worse.