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)
“Who?” she asks with a loud moan. I pump my tongue in and out of her a few times.
“James,” I growl against her pussy.
“I don’t know who James is, but no one has ever done this to me.” Good. She can’t remember who he is. That’s gotta mean something. I reward her with my mouth, deciding to no longer tease her as I lick and suck her.
I lean up on my knee to reach down and take myself into my hand. I wrap her silk panties around my cock before I start to jack myself off as I eat her cunt. The sexiest moans leave her mouth. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off. I want to come with her, but I’ve been on edge all fucking day since I got my first taste of her in that dressing room earlier.
My balls draw up tight, but I fight the need. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue against it in quick motions. It’s not long before she comes for me, flooding my mouth with her sweetness as my name falls from her lips.
I don’t stop until I’ve milked every drop of pleasure out of her. She goes lax on the bed, and I rise up over her. It only takes me a few strokes before I’m coming on her cunt, thighs and stomach. Once I’ve marked her, I collapse on top of her, burying my face into her neck.
“That was amazing. I don’t think being married to you is going to be so bad.”
I roll over, taking her with me. I can feel my release on both of us. She doesn't seem to mind as she cuddles into my side. Her breathing evens out and I know sleep has finally taken her.
I don’t want her to think that being married to me isn't going to be so bad. I want her to crave me like I crave her. To never want to leave my side. To know that I’ll do anything to make her happy until I take my last breath.
I’m a man who always gets what I want, and I won’t stop until I have all of her. I can only think of one way to get what I want.
I need to make my fiancée fall in love with me.
14
Kennedy
“Love. Sweetheart, can you wake up for me?”
I feel a kiss on my bare shoulder. I roll over, opening my eyes to see Gerrit standing beside the bed. His chest is bare, and he’s standing there in only a pair of sweatpants.
“That wasn’t a dream?”
He lets out a sexy chuckle. That sexy half smile pulls at his lips. Why does he always have to look so good?
I’m sure I’m a hot mess. I grab the sheet, pulling it over me, remembering that I’d tossed my dress off. I want to pull the sheet over my head as I remember all the things I said last night. How I begged him to make me come.
“I’ve already seen it all, love, and I don’t want you hiding it from me either.” His eyes trail down my body. I feel my face warm, but the way he’s looking at me makes me feel sexy. He always does that to me. When he’s near he can’t keep his hands off me.
“You left me alone in bed?” I try and tease him.
“Wanted to get you this.” He picks up the water next to the bed and hands me two pills. I’m a little groggy, but other than that I feel fine. I sit up, letting the sheet fall as I take the pills anyway because it was sweet of him, and down the water. “And I had to get a move on it, if I wanted to get this honeymoon planned.” I tilt my head back to look up at him.
“We’re really doing that?”
“Yeah.” He leans down, dropping his mouth to mine. I let out a small sigh. He pulls back sooner than I want him to. I can tell from the look on his face that he doesn't want to. He’s fighting himself. “One more night.”
“Oh, the rehearsal dinner is tonight.” I remember. “I’m getting married tomorrow.”
“We’re getting married tomorrow.” My heart flutters. Something feels different today.
“What time is it?”
“Ten.”
“Oh gosh.” I try to get up.
“No need to rush.”
“You don’t have work? It’s Friday.”
“I’m the boss. I work when I want. Take your time. I’ll get us breakfast.” He drops another one of those kisses on me before he starts to head out of the bedroom.
“You cook?” I call after him.
“No, but I can order in.”
I laugh, falling back onto the giant bed. I’m starting to think that Gerrit is seeing this as more than an agreement. Him not going to work is his way of showing me that he isn't always going to put work first. He’d listened to me last night. I’m scared to get my hopes up, but what if there could be more? What if we could be happy together?