Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
I’ll gladly protect her for the rest of her life, no matter the cost.
I pull the sheets aside, and my hand finds the curve of her ass. She’s still asleep, but she pushes her hips back with a soft moan.
Maybe she’s dreaming of me chasing her around town, snatching her up like an unknown mad man who’s possessed by her beauty and dragging her back to his den.
Or maybe she just feels my touch and is responding by instinct.
Either way, I know I won’t be able to stand without dealing with this thing between my legs.
So I raise myself up and lift her leg slightly, getting a peek at her pink pussy. It’s still slightly red from the pounding I gave her last night.
I’ll have to be gentle now…
Her eyes open just as I’m about to slide the tip in. She smiles and looks down, grabs me by the waist, and pulls me inside.
“Fuck…” We both groan together as I sink into her slippery hole. There’s no doubt she’s still full of my cum from last night.
I caress her face with one hand and her breasts with the other as I make love to her. The folds of her warm slit grasp me tightly, and we move together in harmony until we’re both coming together, our lips locked tight in a passionate embrace.
Her sleepy eyes turn to me as I lie back down beside her, as if she’s trying to see into my soul.
“I still can’t believe it.”
“Believe what?” I ask.
“You. What you’ve done for me.”
Smiling, I thread my fingers through her hair. She looks at me with such trust. Such gratitude.
“Whatever you think I’ve done for you, Ava, you’ve done the same for me.”
I see the tears pooling in her eyes, but she quickly sits up like she’s trying not to let herself get too emotional.
As if on cue, my stomach growls loudly enough that it sounds like a lion’s in the room.
Ava giggles. “Somebody’s hungry. Want me to make you something?”
“You can cook?” I tease.
“Why do you think Berry wanted me?” she teases back. “I’m very domestic.”
A tinge of jealousy hits me, but it’s brushed away by just how much she turns me on. Is this really my gorgeous woman offering to make me breakfast?
“Well, he doesn’t get you. I do. And I would definitely love something to eat.”
“Okay, great—” She starts to say but is interrupted as I grab her up and lift her over my shoulders. I carry her into the bathroom as she squeals adorably.
“But first, we should shower.”
We share a warm rinse together, cleaning up the mess we made of each other last night and this morning. But seeing her body glistening beneath the water, shining like she’s been oiled up, has me hard again in an instant.
I take her again, just a quickie, fucking her up against the tiles until we both come together. Then, panting like a couple of animals, we towel off and get dressed.
“Here,” I say, tossing her a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. “I know you don’t have anything else to wear.”
We both glance at the tattered scraps of her dress that now lie in the corner and laugh.
She slides into my clothes and smirks at me. “I feel silly.”
“Why?”
“Look at this shirt. It’s like a dress!” She shakes the hem, which lands just below her knees.
“Well, I think it’s cute,” I tell her, taking her by the hand and leading her to the kitchen.
Thoughts of marriage flash through my mind. The idea of having Ava as my wife is no longer just a thought; it’s a necessity.
“You sit down,” she says, gently pushing me down into a chair. “And I’ll whip you up something to eat.”
I watch her as she goes over to the fridge, opens the door, and searches around for ingredients. She looks so comfortable, like she’s been living with me for years.
My chest is warm and my heart aches with love. I need to propose. Soon.
You just never hear about stories like ours in real life. Only in movies do two people meet and instantly fall in love.
But with Ava and me, it’s like fate just drew us together. I can still picture her there on her stool, wearing her wedding gown, as if beckoning me to come over and talk to her.
“So you have eggs, but your bacon has expired…” she muses, holding up a package of bacon that has gone green. “I could make waffles if you have a waffle maker. Or pancakes?”
“No waffle maker,” I chuckle. It broke years ago. “But pancakes sounds great.”
She paces over to me, moving slowly, each step deliberate, swaying her hips sensually.
“Then let’s do that,” she whispers, pressing her lips to my cheek.
So this is what heaven is like. A beautiful woman in my kitchen, wearing my clothes, making me breakfast.