Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Is it possible to kiss someone and feel high?
I’m high as fuck on her right now, and I’m afraid of the fall that follows. But this time it won’t be a fall, this time we have nowhere to go but to each other. It’s all working out. Even if we lost people along the way, even gained some, we’re still standing and have each other. No one is going to take that away from me, from us.
I pull her clothes from her body, and we stop kissing so she can help me. I do the same, undressing myself, and the minute our clothes are off our bodies slam back into each other.
Passionate.
Sensational.
Craving.
So many more words to describe how we are together.
None can describe how we feel. How our hands can never stop touching one another. How our lips devour like we haven’t eaten for days and that all we have is each other to feed from. Our love is crazy.
Stupid
Unpredictable.
Breathtaking.
It isn’t long before we’re on the bed, and I’m over top of her. She reaches between us, her hand circling my cock as she positions it at her entrance. Her eyes lock with mine, and with one sweet breath, she takes me inside her. Our bodies are connected, and we are one.
Two hearts that are fucking glued together by pain and heartache. There’s no replacing it. No one could even come close to comparing with it.
My father’s words were wrong.
I should have never listened to him to begin with.
If I listened to my heart, I often wonder where we would be right now. How we would have ended up. Would we have still fallen into the same spot we are now? I’m sure the road to get here would have been less traveled. Her soul wouldn’t have been hurt in that process either.
“I love you, Ryken,” she says as my hips start thrusting. My mouth comes down to her neck, kissing its way to her chin, licking the edges then to her mouth where I taste her lips.
I kiss her and fuck her like this is our last time. It’s no longer just sex we share, it’s fucking more. So much more.
Her hands slide down my back, stopping on my shoulders and digging her nails in. Her legs link behind my back as I sit up looking down at her and watching a fucking masterpiece as I fuck her.
Have you ever seen anything more beautiful? Because I haven’t. The way her lips curl and her hands hold a tight fist.
Looking down, her legs unlock from around me, and I lift them over my shoulders, staring down as my cock slides perfectly in and out of her tight pussy.
“Tell me again...” I pause, the tip of my cock sitting at her entrance.
She moves to try to slide me in. I keep her still with my hands on her hips. “Fuck me,” she groans, trying to move.
“I like it when you’re feisty, but that’s not the words I want to hear.” I slip in just a bit further and she moans, and then groans again.
“I fucking love you. Now fuck me.”
I do as she says. Slamming into her, making her hands latch onto her breast and squeeze tight. She pinches at her nipples, hard. I push them away and lean forward, biting one and pinching the other. Her moans of pleasure edge me on even further. And with each thrust, my tongue flicks over her nipple.
I can feel her tightening around me, she’s almost there. I’m almost there. But I don’t want it to end, so I pull out and flip her over, her ass now up in the air and her front lying on the bed. My cock goes to her entrance, and I grab hold of her hands, locking each one with mine and then pull her backward, her front sliding on the bed as I slam into her with my cock. Over and over again.
She screams loudly as she comes. I follow straight behind her, pulling out and watching her collapse onto the bed. She laughs when I slap her ass but doesn’t bother moving. She’s sated, and I’m happy with that. Reaching for her, I turn her over so her front is visible to me, and her smile is there for me to see clearly.
“What’s that?” She points to my hand. Lifting it up to the side is a tattoo. It’s small, but it’s clearly visible. I turn it around so she can read the words written there.
It says her name. Barbie. The name I call her. She smiles so fucking hard when she sees it.
“You got my name on you? I don’t know how I feel about that.” She smiles, grabbing it and looking at it closely. “I kind of like being branded on you, though.”
“You do, do you?”