Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I use my knee to push her legs apart a little more as I rock back and forth, mimicking sex. It doesn't take long until her hands are everywhere on me, her little fingers digging into my back, her hips matching my rhythm.
I slide down a little, the tip of my cock breaching her opening. She gasps a little and I freeze. My eyes stay locked on her. “More,” she tells me, and I give her what she asks for, sliding in a little more. A small moan leaves her lips.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I tell her as I thrust all the way into her. I take her mouth in a kiss, and a little yelp escapes her mouth into mine. I don't move. I just keep kissing her. Letting her body get used to the feel of me.
I pull from her lips and kiss her face all over before moving to her neck and up to her ear. I tell her how perfect she is, how I’ve been waiting for her, how she belongs to me now and I’ll spend my life giving her everything she will ever want or need. I slide my hand between us and stroke her clit.
Those little heavy breaths are coming from her lips. Her hips rock. My cock leaks cum inside her, wanting to move so bad, but I hold still for her. I’d do anything for her. I feel it all the way down to my bones. She’s my one. For the first time I’m thankful for the bomb blasting my shoulder to hell. It sent me home. Sent me here to her. Where I needed to be. To protect and care for her, that most precious thing in the world.
Her pussy begins to clench over and over again as I stroke her. Her back arches as her hard nipples graze my chest. More cum leaks out of my cock and it jerks inside her. I firm my jaw, using all the power I have inside me to keep from rutting inside her little body.
“I need you to move.” She’s trying to move her little hips back and forth, and my own have her pinned to the bed now. I pull out a little and thrust back inside her. Her full lips part into an O shape.
I stroke her faster with my fingers, needing her to get closer to her orgasm because I know I’m not going to last long. Fuck, I haven't even masturbated since I came back home. Sex hasn’t been on my mind, anyway. In fact, I was even more turned off to the idea when I got home and every woman, single or not, was trying to get into my fucking pants.
I don't seem to have that problem with Catherine, though. I’m ready to go off any second. I could spend a week inside of her and still not want to pull out of her, but I don’t think her little body could handle that.
Yet, my mind whispers.
I move a little faster and Catherine’s eyes are falling closed. “Eyes, baby. I need them on me,” I grunt as I move. Her eyes slowly open. They are filled with so much passion it almost knocks the air out of my lungs.
Tilting my hips, I hit the perfect spot inside her, and she moans out my name. Over and over again I thrust in and out. My balls are growing tight and I’m about to burst any second. “Baby, please, I need you to cum for me. Give it to me. I need to feel that pussy of yours lock down on my cock. Claim me.”
At my words her whole body jerks. Her pussy latches down on me. I grunt as cum spurts from my cock and I feel like I’ll cum forever. I fill her up as I keep thrusting, the cum already sliding out of her pussy and between us. When I’m finally emptied my body goes lax, melting into her. I bury my face in her neck, feeling like I can’t move.
She strokes my hair tenderly, and I kiss her neck before I pull up and look down at her. She has the biggest smile on her face. I know that I’m going to spend my life making sure that smile never leaves her face.
8
Catherine
“I need to feed you,” Cole says. I’m lying on his chest and he is playing with my hair. He has some sort of fascination with it. I shake my head and latch on to him harder. I am hungry but I don’t want to move. Not yet anyway. “Baby, you need to eat.”
“We will. Just a little longer. I don’t want to move yet,” I admit. I love when he calls me baby. Every time he says it butterflies take flight in my stomach. I love the feeling. He only grunts a response, which makes me smile. I don’t know why, but when he grunts it makes my core clench. I love the sound.