Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Oh, yes,” I moan.
Slowly and tenderly, Keegan massages the insides of my pussy and ass, taking his time as if he’s in no hurry to get to the end goal. He adds more fingers, pushing deeper, but continues to finger fuck me with languorous strokes, until I’m writhing under his touch, begging for him to make me come. And then he does, and it’s as if fireworks have been lit inside of me. My pussy trembles and my body shakes, and I scream out my orgasm. Before I can come down from my high, Keegan lifts my lower body and licks up my center, landing on my clit and biting down. One orgasm rolls into two. When he finally releases me, my body feels completely relaxed.
“Flip over.”
I do as he says, and when I see him, his gaze is filled with lust. His dick is bulging out through his boxer briefs. I go to sit up so I can help him relax, but he shakes his head.
“Nope, stay right where you are.” He grins mischievously.
I lie back down, and he squirts more oil into his hands. He straddles my lower half again and massages my shoulders then breasts. My eyes close in pleasure when he tweaks my nipples. I’ve already had two orgasms. There’s no way I’m going to have a third.
When I feel the bed dip slightly, my eyes open back up. He leans over me, and his mouth descends on mine, kissing me deeply. His tongue delves between my lips, and I moan at the taste of myself on him.
Too soon, he pulls away and goes back to massaging my body: my arms, the tops of my thighs and calves. When he glances down at the apex of my thighs, I wonder if he’s going to take matters into his own hands this time. And once again, it’s as if he can hear my thoughts.
He spreads my legs and situates himself between them. He releases his beautiful, hard dick from its confines and drops down onto my body, caging me in with his strong, muscular arms. His hands cradle the back of my head, and he devours my mouth as he enters me in one fluid motion, burying himself to the hilt inside of me. Our bodies are flush against one another in the most intimate way. Keegan makes love to me until we’re both sticky and sweaty and screaming out each other’s name.
“Wow,” I say softly into his ear. He’s still on top of and inside me.
“You’re a bad influence,” he jokes. “I was supposed to relax you, not fuck you.”
I giggle. “Oh, trust me. Three orgasms definitely has me relaxing. I’m not even sure I have the strength to get up and get cleaned up.”
“So good for my ego.” He grins and kisses me hard before he pulls out and gets off me. “Stay here.”
He comes back a minute later with a wet washcloth. I’m confused what he plans to do with it, until he spreads my legs. Then it hits me… I said I was too tired to get up, so he’s cleaning me.
“Keegan,” I say in protest. “No.” I try to close my legs. It’s one thing for him to be down there in the heat of the moment, but afterward… No way.
When it’s clear he’s not going to back down, I snatch the washcloth out of his hands and clean myself up, tossing it into the hamper in the corner of my room afterward.
Keegan shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he lies down next to me and pulls the covers over us. He wraps me up tight in his arms and pulls me into him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jailbird,” he murmurs. “I love you.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I say back. And then it hits me what else he said. He told me he loves me. I’ve never been told that before by anyone but my parents, Sierra, and Zane. I think for a moment, wanting to make sure if I say the words back I’ll be telling the truth. My thoughts go to the way my heart flutters every time I’m around Keegan. How much I miss him every time he’s not around. I try to imagine what my life would be like without him in it. If Zane wasn’t in the equation, would I still feel this way? The answer is yes, I would. Because I have fallen completely in love with Keegan.
I snuggle my face into his firm chest. “I love you too.”
Blakely
“Me, you, Sierra, and Zane at the beach.” Brenton holds up a huge pack of sand toys and grins. It’s President’s Day, which means there’s no school. Every year since we moved here, even when Zane was only a few months old and Brenton had to buy an entire pop-up tent to keep Zane in the shade, we’ve gone to the beach for President’s Day. Brenton cooks, Sierra and I lie out, and Zane builds sand castles.