Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“I can’t wait. All our dreams are coming true. You’re going first round, you know that, right?”
He tugs me in closer and palms my ass. “I love your confidence in me.”
“How could I not believe in my man? Besides, you played your ass off senior year. You earned this, babe.”
“What’s the first thing you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your dad already gave you a car for Christmas. I had been thinking about giving you one before that. Now I’m thinking maybe a house or a vacation between graduation and preseason. Anywhere you want to go,” he croons.
“You are not buying me a house, Bentley,” I scoff.
“Why not?”
“I’m your girlfriend, not your wife.”
“Give it a year, two tops. I’m going to put a ring on your finger.” He shrugs. “If we get the house now, you’ll be settled by the time I do and you can focus on planning the wedding.”
My stomach growls. “Let’s eat. We can talk more about what our future looks like after I scarf down those enchiladas.”
“As you wish,” he says with a wink.
Bentley
I chuckle at Zahirah and turn to lie down across her lap. We’ve been sitting on the couch talking after finishing dinner. She runs her hand through the front of my hair, taking a lock to rub between her fingers.
I take her hand and kiss her fingers. I love this. It feels so right. I can see our future so clearly.
“We should have at least four kids. All after you win at least two gold medals, of course. I’ll have two, maybe three rings by then,” I say as I look up at the ceiling while playing with her fingertips.
She begins to giggle. “You want four kids?”
“Yeah, two boys, two girls.”
“And if we have three boys first? Then what?”
“Baby number five it is.” I can’t help smiling at the thought.
Images of little ones who look like us fill my head. I know my parents will go nuts over them. I really don’t care if we have boys or girls. I just want them with her.
“Ha! You’ll be gone most of the year. Meanwhile, I’ll be retired with four kids all by myself.”
I look at her face to catch the amused smile on her lips. I lift up from lying across her lap. Then I place my forehead to hers.
“All I want is to have a family with you. I want to give them the perfect childhood we had. I want to be a great dad like mine and yours. As long as you all are happy, I’m good. One, two, or six.” I crack a smile as I say six.
She gasps. “Oh no. I respect your mom, but I’m not following in her footsteps. Six, you’re tripping.”
I snake my hand under her shirt and palm her breast, flicking my finger over her nipple. I capture her lips and kiss her passionately. She moans into my mouth and runs her hand through my hair.
“We could get some practice in. All this talk of you having my babies has me so fucking hard right now.”
She reaches into my sweats and grabs me. I twitch in her palm, causing her to give it a squeeze. I groan and tug the cup of her bra down to get access to her smooth skin.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss and throw my head back as she leans in, pushing my sweats down, then takes me into her mouth.
Getting on her knees, she goes to work sucking and stroking me. I push my hand into her leggings and begin to finger her from behind. She’s gotten so good at this.
I come after she gives me one of the best blow jobs of my life so far. However, I’m hard again almost instantly as she stands and begins to peel her clothes off.
When I catch my breath, I grab a condom from my wallet, shove my sweats down, and tear my T-shirt over my head, tossing it aside. I then roll the condom on and stroke myself as I look up at my sexy-ass girl.
Her toned body is amazing. Covered in all that gorgeous, silky dark-brown skin. I love how it glows with its own shine.
“Come here,” I murmur as I stroke myself.
She comes to me and straddles my lap. I palm her ass and guide her to seat herself. A loud groan leaves my lips as her tight sheath sucks me in.
I go straight for her breasts and pull her nipple into my mouth. Zah rides me with so much pleasure in her voice and written all over her face. Releasing her hardened peak from my lips, I then look into her eyes.
She pushes her hands into my hair, pushing the long locks out of my face. As she tightens her grip, she begins to ride me harder. We’re both panting and moaning.
“Oh fuck, yeah, Zah. Just like that, baby. Fuck, this cock was made for you.”