Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
I twist my wrist, using my thumb to jerk my sweats down while she's riding my fingers. It's not easy, but somehow, I manage to do it. My cock springs free, bouncing against her belly.
"Inside me," she pleads as soon as she feels it. "I want you inside me."
"Then take me, sweet girl. I'm yours." It's the truth. I'm hers, heart, mind, body, and soul, tied to her so tightly that nothing and no one will ever be able to undo the knots or untangle us. She has every piece of me. Every single fucking piece.
She lifts up, positioning me at her entrance. Instead of sinking down, she hovers there, her eyes locked on my face.
"Crue," she whispers.
"Ireland," I whisper back.
"I love you."
I open my mouth to respond, but she slams herself down on me, stealing the words and my breath. All I can do is roar her name as her hot cunt wraps around me like a vise, threatening to send me shooting over the edge.
She throws her head back, crying out in bliss.
I grab her around the waist, burying my face between her tits as we work together, moving her up and down my cock. It's loud and messy and fucking perfect. Christ, she feels even better today than she did last night. Like heaven and home and forever all at once.
Within minutes, she's on the edge, her inner muscles fluttering around my cock.
"Hold it," I growl, bouncing her on my cock as I race to get there too. "Don't fucking come yet."
"Crue, please." She scratches down my arms, her eyes rolling. "I c-can't hold it!"
"Hold it, Ireland. Do not fucking come." I bounce her faster, turning my head to the side to pull her nipple into my mouth. I drag it through my teeth and then bite.
She sobs my name, her nails embedded in my arms.
"Now!" I growl as the pressure in my balls builds to a fever pitch. "Come now."
She shouts my name, letting go. Her cunt spasms around my cock, pulsing all up and down my shaft. I groan, dropping her down on me and holding her there as the force of her orgasm triggers my own. Cum shoots up my shaft, spilling into her again and again.
I force myself to keep my eyes open, watching her the whole time. She's beautiful in this moment, stripped of every defense and drowning in pleasure. Her lips are slightly parted, her cheeks pink. Strands of her hair stick to her forehead. Her eyes are dazed and glassy. She's a vision. One I don't ever have to share.
"I love you," I whisper, awed at how deep that emotion runs. There's an endless well of it just bubbling over.
"I love you too, Crue."
I wrap her in my arms, pulling her down to kiss me as we both come down. When she's no longer trembling through aftershocks, I pull back, tucking strands of hair behind her ear.
"When the tour ends, I want to marry you again with more than a judge and his wife and daughter standing as our witnesses. I want our friends and family there this time," I murmur.
"Really?" Her wide-eyed look of wonder steals another little piece of my heart. "You'd marry me again?"
"In a heartbeat, baby."
A bright, happy smile curves her lips. "Let's do–"
"Crue!" Havoc pounds on the door. "You've got to go, man! There's a whole group of fans heading this way."
Fuck.
Ireland jumps off my lap, nearly falling over. I grab her, growling and cursing when my cum drips down her thick thighs. It's supposed to be inside her. That is where I'm supposed to be right now, too.
I scoop it up with my finger, pushing it back inside her little hole.
"Crue," she hisses. "We don't have time for that!"
"We're making time," I growl, my gaze flashing to hers.
She gulps, falling silent.
I push my finger in deep, trying to keep as much of it inside her as possible. And then I grab her panties out of my pocket and wipe between her legs to clean her up as best as I can before pulling her dress back on over her head.
"Thank you," she whispers sweetly.
I brush my lips across her forehead before tucking my cock back into my pants. I have no fucking clue how I'm going to get us out of here without being seen, but I'm not going to stick around and let us be surrounded on the bus, either. That shit is dangerous and terrifying.
I pull the curtains aside an inch to peek out. An entire army of fans is trying to make their way to the buses. A few security guards are trying to hold them back, but they're not going to last long.
"Can you run?" I ask Ireland.
"Not very fast or very far."
"You see that golf cart?" I point at the golf cart the security guards parked halfway between the buses and the fans.