Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Jesus Christ…” I can’t help myself from muttering. Saxon grins down at me.
“No, baby. I’m Saxon.”
I’m about to laugh when his tongue slips into my mouth. He kisses me fiercely as we both fight to get each other’s pants off. He manages to get mine first, peeling my panties down too, leaving me lying beneath him with just my shirt on. He pulls it up instantly and moves his lips to my left nipple, kissing it gently and causing my back to arch up off the couch.
A moan escapes my lips. I lean in and let my teeth gently rest against the skin of his shoulder as he reaches between my thighs and uses two fingers to spread me. There’s something about making love with Saxon that nearly immobilizes me. It’s like being with him takes me into a whole different realm of existence. One of pure pleasure and desire.
I’m already dripping wet with arousal for him, and he uses that arousal to coat his finger tip before tracing the line of my slit to my fervent little bud. When he applies pressure, it’s like my entire world bursts into wisps of neon glitter. My jaw drops and my eyes go wide, and with a few quick circular rubs, I go off.
Already.
“That’s a good girl,” Saxon whispers, using the flat of his palm to press me down against the couch as my climax wracks my body into orgasmic spasms. “That’s right. That’s beautiful.”
This man is magic. He brings me to orgasm with ease, when I’m barely able to do it to myself. I’m the luckiest girl alive.
I hear the sound of his pants zipper as I’m gasping for breath, fighting to find my way back to earth while I continue to quiver and shake. Without thinking, I spread my legs wider for him, welcoming what I know is coming next.
The heat between us is all-consuming. I feel the press of his hard, thick crown against my breach as he begins to push. My breath catches in my throat. I’m overwhelmed with anticipation.
How did a girl like me ever end up here with a guy like this?
Right now, I honestly don’t care. I need him.
I cry out as he slides into me. The stretching sensation fills me as I accept his inches. I can tell he’s holding back. Going slow. My eyes are blurry as I look up and grind my hips against him, begging him to give me more.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers. I can see the sincerity in his eyes.
“You won’t,” I tell him. “I’m not a virgin anymore, Saxon. Thanks to you.”
His eyes blaze like a strike of lightning, and without hesitating, he drives his full length and girth into me with a single, powerful thrust.
Again, I cry out as he bottoms out inside me. I feel like I’m being ripped in half, but in the most beautiful way. I wrap my legs around his sturdy waist as he begins to pound me. His hunger for me is obvious with every single powerful stroke.
Suddenly, a very clear and precise thought fills my mind.
I want Saxon to get me pregnant.
How would he react if I told him that now? I’m on the goddamn pill still for my acne, but I want to get off it as soon as possible.
Maybe I should hold out on that confession for a while. We just started dating, after all–if that’s what we’re even doing. I don’t want to make him think I’m crazy or something.
I stop myself from making that admission, but another set of words force their way from my mouth, surprising even me. “I love you, Saxon.”
I feel him stiffen.
I shouldn’t have said that. It’s too soon.
But to my surprise, Saxon’s eyes blaze down at me like he’s just heard the best news of his life. His lips twist up at the edges into the most charming smile imaginable, and he stares at me for a long moment.
“I love you too, Tammy,” he finally says. His voice is firm, unwavering, just like his hard-on inside me. His words penetrate my chest, drilling straight down into my heart, while his manhood spears up into my stomach.
This is overwhelming.
Ever since that first night when he took me on his bike, it felt like our bodies fit perfectly together. Now it’s like our souls were built to link with each other too.
He picks up the pace, thrusting faster and harder as he presses his lips to mine, and I forget about everything: Roxy, my haunted past, my silly reservations about Saxon. The only thoughts left in my mind are how we may just actually be perfect for each other. I can trust him. And we will have the most beautiful future together.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I’m committing to it. Committing to him.