Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
They both cried out as he sank to the hilt, and for a second, he stayed perfectly still, not wanting to move. Basking in the feel of her pussy as she squeezed him tightly. She was so fucking tight, and there was nowhere else he wanted to be.
He waited as long as he was able, then slowly began to pull out, until he saw how slick his cock was. Without waiting, he slammed back inside her, but he didn’t make love to her. No, he began to fuck her, hard and fast, making her take his whole length. Only, it wasn’t enough. Keeping himself balls-deep inside her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up so he could kiss her.
Lucy tilted her head at just the right angle, and he took possession of her lips, kissing her. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, and at the same time, he ran one hand down her body and slid his palm between her thighs. He stroked her clit, feeling her pussy pulse around his dick, and he didn’t want to stop, although the pleasure drove him crazy with need. He wanted to be inside her, to fuck her, to fill her with his cum so he could make her pregnant.
There were so many things he wanted to do to her.
And he continued to stroke her clit, feeling her orgasm start to build, and today he wasn’t patient. He was so close to orgasm himself that he didn’t let up until she came, which she did, screaming his name. He knew he could get used to her saying his name in her pleasured sounds.
Kissing the side of her neck, he let her go back to her kneeling position, and this time he didn’t stop until he filled her one final time and flooded her pussy with his cum. Wave upon wave of it.
Afterward, they both collapsed to the bed, and he had no choice but to pull out. He moved Lucy so she was laid across his chest.
She looked up at him with a satisfied smile. “I think we have done your bedroom and your home proud, don’t you?”
“Nah, I think every single room could use another reminder,” he said.
Lucy chuckled, and damn it, he loved that sound.
He knew it was crazy and insane, but he reached up and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “I know we’ve not been together long, but I was thinking, how would you feel about moving in with me?”
He watched her freeze in place.
“You can say no,” he said.
“You want me to move in with you?”
“Yeah.”
“But, what about my parents’ place?”
He knew that was going to be hard for her to give up. It was her parents’ home, the place she grew up. “You don’t have to do anything with it. That’s your home, but one day you could perhaps rent it out, when you’re ready. You know?”
He watched as Lucy nibbled her lip.
“You hate the idea?” he asked.
“No, no, not at all. I love the idea, I do, and yes, moving in together is a pretty big step. I thought people took a lot longer to decide, and I also thought men loved their own space.”
“You’ve watched a lot of movies.”
“More like read a lot of books, and trust me, those guys don’t always like giving up their homes.” She pressed her lips together.
“Lucy, I’m not like the guys in the books you read. I know you’re an amazing woman, and I also know that if I don’t act fast, some guy will steal you away, and I can’t have that.” He cupped her chin and knew he didn’t want to give her up.
He had already seen the destruction some men could make, and he didn’t want to make those mistakes. He trusted his father’s word, and that was why he wanted her to move in with him.
Isaac had already lost count of the number of times he’d released inside her. Each time he did, the risk of her getting pregnant went up, and up, and up. He wanted her to get pregnant.
Lucy was an amazing, rare, beautiful, smart, generous, and, at times, damaged woman. He wanted to show her she had nothing to fear. He wanted her to learn she could trust in him, and nothing bad was going to happen.
****
“Well, what did you say?” Marge asked the following day.
Lucy handed out the last of the tea and wished she hadn’t disclosed to Marge and Harry that Isaac asked her to move in with him.
“What?”
“Don’t give me that crap, girlie. You heard me just fine.”
She was stalling. “I ... told him I’d think about it.”
“You’d think about it?” Marge asked.
Lucy moved to sit on the spare seat opposite Marge. “Yes, I said I would think about it.” She tried to smile as her friend looked exasperated. “What’s the matter?”