Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Knowing what she loves, I slide my hand between us and find her clit. That little nub with ten thousand nerve endings. The tender spot that brought us together the first time.
It only takes a moment before she breaks.
Her back arches off the bed, and her sweet cunt locks around my cock with such contractions that my vision starts to blur. Black darkens the edges of my eyes.
“Daddy…Daddy…Daddy…” she moans in a voice that is wrecked and desperate, wrapped up in the bliss of her release.
I know from reading her notebook that she loves when I keep the pressure on her clit, even when it’s too much. Even when it’s about to drive her past her limit.
So that’s what I do.
“Come on, baby, give me one more,” I tell her, switching the rhythm with my thumb, causing her body to jolt. “One more.”
“I–I can’t—” she stammers. But I know better.
“Yes, you can.” I shift my angle inside her, rutting deeply and thoroughly in a way that I know will stimulate her G-spot. I match the movements, my thumb and my cock working in tandem to bring her to the horizon once more.
I love watching her come. I love it.
“Be a good girl for Daddy,” I tell her. “Like you always do. Like you know you can.”
Her mouth drops, her eyes widen, and she goes off again, her whole-body twitching like she’s seizing. I feel the rush of warmth from her to me, the contractions as she squeezes my cock with her soaked channel.
I can’t hold back any longer. It’s always nearly impossible.
I bury myself as deep as I can go, and with a groan that seems to scrape my entire soul, I go off.
“I love you, Jessie. I love you.”
Our mutual orgasm empties me completely. My cock pulses inside her, wave after wave running hot and deep through my core. She holds me in a needy embrace, whispering my name over and over.
“August…August…”
I collapse beside her and pull her to my chest. Our breaths are both ragged, like we’ve run a triathlon. We lie there a while, our hearts pounding in a mutual rhythm. The house is quiet. James is sleeping. The night is ours.
“Daddy?”
“Hmm?”
“Can you hand me my notebook?”
Smiling, I lean over and pick up notebook number twelve from the nightstand. I hand it to her, and she opens to a blank page and starts writing. I just watch. I love watching her write. The way she concentrates, the way her eyebrows furrow, the delicate way she holds the pen. It’s adorable.
Once she finishes, she turns to me with that expression—the one that says she wants to read it to me. I simply smile.
“August undid me again. He always does. I come apart, and he somehow pushes me on, giving me more and making me take it. It’s incredible. I used to think anatomy was just a scientific language we invented to describe the human body, but now I know that it’s more. It just keeps going. Like our love. I’m going to need more notebooks to explain just how much I love him.”
I look at her a long time, taking in the emotions swimming in her eyes. Then I take the pen and paper from her and start to write on my own.
But I don’t write much. Just a simple sentence: I love you more.
And I sign it.
She looks at what I’ve written, then back to me. “I don’t think that’s peer-reviewed,” she giggles.
“Oh, it doesn’t need to be,” I laugh, pulling her tighter against me. She tucks her head beneath my chin, and I cradle her, holding her the way I have for the last five years. Completely, irrevocably, and with the full certainty that I was put on Earth to protect her.
To make this woman happy.
As we both start to fall asleep, I hear the pen slide off onto the floor. But neither of us reaches for it. We don’t have anything else to write tonight.
THE END