Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Babe,” he pushed out from between clenched teeth and grabbed her elbows to lift her to her feet. Seeing her lips shiny made his already aching dick flex. “Get on the bed.”
When she turned, he slapped her ass hard enough that she jerked forward and barely smothered her squeal.
He took over pumping his own dick. “Hurry up, woman. My patience is gone.”
“So is mine,” she answered as she climbed on the bed. “You took too long to come home.”
Home. That single word coming from her mouth made his heart swell and fill his chest.
Yeah, his home was now hers. She belonged here.
Tomorrow. Think about this fuckin’ shit tomorrow when your brain ain’t down in your dick.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
With Taryn’s hands planted on his chest, she slowly slid up and down his hard-as-fuck dick. Her slick cunt swallowed it whole, then slowly revealed its length. Over and fucking over again.
When she began to take her sweet fucking time rocking and rolling her hips, it just about drove him out of his goddamn mind. On the other hand, if she rode him like a wild woman, he’d be in deep shit.
When he fingered her clit, she ground her pussy against him, driving him even deeper.
It was like Taryn was trying to sabotage him with how she moved, how soaked she was. Dripping down his length and onto his balls. Tempting him to blow his load before he was ready.
Fuck that. It was too soon.
He watched her tits bounce a few times before raising his gaze to see her head thrown back, her mouth gaping open and rapid puffs of breaths coming from her like an old steam engine.
For fuck’s sake, seeing her like that almost backfired on him.
With his teeth gritted, he took a long, deep breath of his own and thought of…
Puppies.
Goldfish.
The fact his sled needed a good wash and shine.
The time he slammed some motherfucker’s head into a cement block wall and watched him slowly slide to the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind.
Yeah, that did the trick to push him away from that edge.
Digging his fingers into her hips, he prepared to take over soon. He needed to quickly bring this across the finish line before he went past the point of no return.
With a twist, he rolled until she was under him and he was nestled between her soft, slick thighs.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned as he slid balls deep.
Her pussy was a warm, wet glove, pulsing around his hard-on.
He didn’t know if she had ever been this responsive with any other men she’d been with before him, but he preferred to think she hadn’t. That the two of them had some special sexual chemistry that made it so damn good.
He didn’t care why it was, it just was.
Mine.
What the fuck? He pushed that random thought out of his brain and continued to thrust.
She’s fuckin’ mine.
A sharp pain shot through his chest. What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he having a damn heart attack? Was he going to die the way he always hoped, in the middle of fucking?
Damn, he wasn’t ready for that yet. He had to finish raising Sunny first before dropping dead from doing his favorite activity.
No other man better try touchin’ her.
Why the fuck was his brain glitching? Not once had he ever had those kinds of thoughts with any other woman.
Only Taryn.
Not lettin’ her go.
His brain had to be fucking broken.
Yeah, that had to be it. Too much pot or something.
Or…
Maybe he needed to stop ignoring the voice in his head and listen to it.
Damn it.
He dropped his mouth to her ear. “Babe…”
Her blue eyes flashed opened and he swore she could see straight into his soul and could hear his crazy thoughts.
Her soft smile was the last nail in his coffin.
His old life was about to be dead and buried. Worse, he was the one holding the damn shovel.
Did he keep digging, or did he break the shovel in half and save himself?
He tried to picture a day without Taryn in it.
It was fucking impossible. Worse, he didn’t want to.
He didn’t want to wake up in the mornings to an empty bed. He didn’t want to go to bed at night without her next to him.
For fuck’s sake.
The voice in his head was right.
Now what?
He pushed out a breath.
Now, he needed to convince her to stay.
His murmured “Babe…” had her opening her eyes—and smiling because she loved when he called her that—only to notice his face a bit paler than normal.
Had he seen a ghost? Did his life flash before his eyes?
Her smile fell. “What’s wrong?”
He squeezed his eyes shut and his mouth opened to answer. It suddenly snapped shut and he shook his head. “Nothin’. All good.”
She wasn’t sure she believed that. But now wasn’t the time to have a deep conversation when something else was currently deeply buried.