Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Blake.”
“How do I explain to my high school girlfriend that her husband was killed in a hunting accident, and he didn’t survive the gunshot to his liver?”
A tear rolls down her cheek, and I brush it away with my thumb.
“I love what I do, but it’s not anonymous. I could have gone to a city to work where I didn’t have connections to the patients like I do here. But I chose to come home, and that means that many days are just fucking heavy, Harper.”
“You don’t have to carry that by yourself.” Her voice is the sweetest whisper as she continues to brush her fingers through my hair. “You can always talk to me. I know you can’t give me specific details, but we can talk in generalities. You need to let go of that burden.”
I lean into her touch, soaking her in.
“I’ll work on it.” I drag my knuckles down her cheek. “If we’re going to fight, I need you to stay here and fight with me, not run away.”
“I was so mad that—”
“I don’t care.”
Her hands glide down my shoulders, and she wiggles closer to me, pressing sweet kisses to my neck, under my chin.
“Are you still mad, sugar?”
“Only a little.”
“I’m going to fuck the rest of the mad out of you.”
Brushing my hands up her thighs, I lift the dress up and over her head and cast it aside, then swallow hard when I take in her bare chest, her perfect puckered pink nipples ready for me to pinch and roll between my fingers.
Harper sighs and leans into my touch as she unbuckles my belt, then unfastens my jeans and lets them fall down my hips, her hands planted on my ass.
“Shirt off,” she growls against my lips, and I reach over my shoulder and tug it off, then cast it aside.
“You may be pissed off, but you’re not in charge here. Don’t get it twisted.”
She simply bites that pillow of a lip, watching me.
“I’ve missed this pussy,” I tell her as I kiss down her torso, pausing by each delectable nipple and her navel. I finally squat so I’m level with her gorgeous, sopping-wet cunt. “Looks like fighting with me makes you wet, sweetheart.”
She doesn’t answer me, so I slap her pussy, right over her clit, and she inhales sharply. “Holy shit.”
Wasting no time, I rip the lace off her, exposing her to me, and lean in to take a deep breath of her essence for just a split second before I devour her.
“Blake!” Her voice is shrill as her hips lift, and she pushes harder into my face. “Oh God, your mouth.”
“Fucking delicious.” I lick and suck, then drag my lips all through her wet sex, getting her good and ready for me. Just as she’s about to come, I pull away entirely, standing to my full height.
“Blake.”
“You were going to leave me.” I shake my head, then grip onto her throat and pull her lips against mine. “That fucking tore me apart.”
“Blake,” she whimpers and then cries out when I push inside her, impaling her with one hard thrust.
“You’re mine, Harper.” My hips move fast, pounding into her tight-as-fuck pussy. “This pussy is mine.”
She clings to me, panting, her eyes glassy.
“Say it,” I order her.
“All of me is yours, Blake.”
I pull out, lift her off the counter, and turn her around.
“Grab the counter.”
She does, and I plunge back in, and she moans loudly as I slap her ass, leaving a beautiful red mark.
“Mine,” I say again before I fist her hair and pull her up just a bit. “Tell me you won’t walk out like that again.”
“I probably won’t.”
I pause. “That’s not the right answer, Harper.”
Reaching around, I press my fingers to her clit, and she cries out.
“Please, Blake.”
“What do you need?”
“I need to see you.”
That’s not what I was expecting.
Pulling out, I turn her around once more and reach down to grip her ass and lift her easily. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I press her up against the wall, notch my crown at her opening, and push in once more.
“God, your cock does things to me.”
I rut into her, unable to slow down, unable to be gentle, and she holds on, with me for every thrust as wave after wave of love and frustration battle their way through me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. Her mouth opens on a silent scream, and her pussy clenches around my cock like a fucking vise.
“That’s it. Fuck, Harper.”
My spine tingles, and I can’t hold back the climax that works its way through me, shooting inside my girl, claiming her with every rock of my hips. I manage to keep her in my arms as we both try to catch our breaths.
“Move in here with me.” Her eyes widen in surprise, and she brings her hands to my face. “I need you here, baby.”