Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Tears form in her eyes as she clings to my shirt. “You love me?” When I nod, she shakes her head. “How? How can you love me when it’s only been days and I’m a mess?”
When I lay her down, I look into her eyes as my hands spread her thighs. The fabric of her dress bunches around her, and she softens at my touch.
“Time has no meaning when it comes to soul mates, and you’re mine, Emerson.” My fingers touch the silky material of her panties, and I can feel them getting wet. “Life is short, and I can’t spend it with regrets.” She moans when I pull her panties to the side and push in two fingers. “I love you, and you deserve to hear it.”
“Gideon.” She rocks her hips up, trying to take me deeper.
“And you’re not a mess, precious. Not yet.”
“Not yet?” Her breath catches on the last word as I rub my thumb over her clit.
“I’m going to fuck you in this dress,” I tell her as I kiss my way down her neck. There’s makeup covering the mark I left, and I rub it off before sucking it again. “This dress is meant for me, so you’re going to have my cum running down your legs while wearing it. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers as her pussy clenches around my fingers.
She opens the front of my pants, and then her hand is there, wrapping around my bare length. She guides the fat head to her wet entrance, and I feel the heat of it kiss the tip. It’s like I’ve been electrocuted with desire as need shoots up my spine.
“I want all my firsts to be with you.” She kisses me at the same time I thrust inside, her cries muffled between us.
The feeling of being inside her is perfection, and I never want this moment to end. But the drive to move, to cum is too strong, and I pull out before quickly pushing back in. My body isn’t my own as it takes over a steady beat.
I break the kiss and stare down at her, desperate to remind myself this isn't a dream. I want this moment burned into my brain for all eternity because it's more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
“Mine,” I say through clenched teeth and go deeper.
“Gideon!” She shouts my name loud enough that if there’s anyone outside the door, I’m sure they heard it.
The thought makes me even more possessive, and I rut harder. I want her to scream my name from the top of this hotel so everyone knows she belongs to me. That I’m the only one that’s ever going to be inside her.
Her pussy clenches, and her legs tense as her orgasm hits. It’s hot and fast, but so are we, and I can’t hold back. My balls draw up tight, and I cum with her while she milks my cock. It’s messy, just how I promised, and I want nothing more than to collapse onto her and do it again.
But we are running out of time.
It takes us a moment to catch our breath, and when I finally pull out, I stare down at what I’ve done. Her pussy is dripping with my cum, and there’s a tinge of her virgin blood on my cock. It’s erotic and filthy and yet somehow exactly right.
“Mine,” I say again, only this time as a vow.
I manage to put my straining cock back in my pants and fix her dress just as the doorknob jiggles.
“Why is this door locked?” I hear Emerson’s mother snap on the other side.
“Oh no,” Emerson gasps and sits up.
“This is it,” I tell her as I cup her face with my hands. “I love you and always want you to have a choice.” I tuck the hair that has come loose behind her ear as I take a deep breath. “I told you that I didn't want to put you in another cage. That I wanted to set you free. That’s what I’ve done.”
Reaching over to the coffee table, I open the manilla folder and hand her the contents.
“What is this?” She looks at the stack of papers, no doubt confused to see her name across the top of it.
“It’s a choice, Emerson. If you want it,” I say and turn the first page. “This is a deed to a house in only your name. It comes with a lot of land so you can garden to your heart's content.” I turn to the next section. “Along with a living trust set up in only your name to manage it, with enough money to take care of you for the rest of your life.”
“Gideon,” she whispers my name as her eyes widen. “I can’t accept—”
“There’s nothing to accept. I had Spencer draw up the documents yesterday. It’s done.” Her hands are shaking as she turns the pages of the contract. “Think of it as a wedding gift.”