Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
My body jerks against him as I grip him tighter. The pleasure explodes through me as his hand continues to rub me. It’s too much. No, it’s not enough. I need more. My knees start to give out, but he presses his body firmly to mine so I don’t fall as he works all of the orgasm out of me.
I drop my head back as his hand leaves my mouth. I let out a whimper when I feel his very hard cock pressing into me. It’s then I realize it’s the more that my body has been begging for.
“I didn’t think you could be more beautiful. You’re always surprising me, and I don’t like surprises.” I swallow, opening my eyes. “Except yours.” He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking the evidence of my orgasm off them and letting out a deep groan.
He kisses me again, letting me taste what he did to me, the pleasure that he gave me. It’s erotic and makes me want more. But as soon as I have that thought, he releases me.
“Steady,” he says as he makes sure I can stand on my own. “You’re fucking perfect.” He smirks. “Make sure you always respond to my texts.” I’m not sure if that’s really a threat, but before I can say anything he’s gone. It’s then it dawns on me that I’m still in the dressing room. I swear that man makes me forget everything when he’s around. Especially when he’s touching me.
I look down at myself and quickly fix the lingerie, putting it back in place. I’m thankful that I really like how it looks. Gerrit guaranteed my purchase of it once he decided to make me come while wearing it. A second later Kinley pops her head in. “One more,” she says, handing me another dress.
I take it from her, and she’s off again. I collapse in the chair, wondering what the hell just happened. Maybe being married to Gerrit Kane won’t be as bad as I thought. What’s the worst that could happen?
9
Gerrit
I’m so fucked. I can still taste her on my lips, and I know it’s not enough. The need to drop to my knees and taste her sweet pussy almost won out, but I managed to somehow convince myself to only rub her to orgasm. Even though I wanted to do so much more than that. What is she doing to me? I should call this whole thing off. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My self-control is slipping. I can’t even think straight anymore. That woman has me turned inside out.
“It’s a surprise to see you here,” Mom says, coming to stand next to me. I haven't left the store. I should have, but I found that I wanted to spend more time around my future wife. So I stand and wait for Kennedy to come out of the dressing room.
I’d only meant to kiss her. That was my intention at first. Then I’d seen her in that fucking lingerie, and I couldn’t stop myself from touching her. She’s lucky I didn't fuck her against that mirror. I ached to do it. I’m still fucking aching. I don’t see it going away anytime soon either.
The only reason I didn't take her was due to the fact that I didn't have the time. And I didn't want our first time to be rushed. She deserves more than that. If she is going to be my wife, I need her to enjoy our sex life. Because I plan on being balls deep inside her cunt as much as possible.
“Thanks for covering for me.” Mom gives me a smile. When I strolled into the store, I spotted her first. She’d clued me in to where Kennedy was. Once she told me, I asked her to give me a few minutes because I wanted to go give my girl a kiss. My mom had smiled, thinking I was being sweet. When nothing could be further from the truth. I was there for selfish reasons. Because Kennedy hadn’t answered my messages and I’m not used to people ignoring me. I don’t think anyone has ever put my name and the word sweet in the same sentence before.
“Of course! You’re young and in love.” She lets out a sigh. “I remember those days.” I pull my eyes away from the dressing room, wondering what is taking her so long. Also why do I care? I should be leaving. There is shit at work I should be handling.
“It wasn't even a month ago that I caught you and Dad having a makeout session in Houlihan's steak house.” That wasn’t the first time. It isn’t even shocking anymore.
“I can’t help it if your father can’t keep his hands off me.”
I let out a chuckle, shaking my head. I actually like that my parents are so in love. They both are happy, and that’s what matters. I don’t think I’m capable of having what they have. I’m not built that way. It’s part of the reason I chose this to begin with. “It seems you might be a little bit more like your father than you think.”