Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Tiza,” he growls as I pull him deeper into my throat and start working my mouth over what will fit and my hand over what doesn’t.
I feel powerful like I’m in charge for once. I won’t stop until I feel his balls tighten, and he comes down my throat. He’s breathing hard when I pop my mouth off of him and kiss the tip of his cock before putting him back into his pants.
I sit back up and look at him. He glances at me. He looks satisfied, and that makes me feel so good.
“You taste good,” I murmur, wiping an escaped drop from the corner of my mouth and licking it off of my fingertip.
“Jesus, Tiza. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you as soon as we get to our room.”
“Promise?”
“Guaranteed.”
Later on, we are lingering over our desert. I was a bit bummed that Bobby Flay wasn’t at the restaurant, but I guess that’s to be expected. We are sharing a huge piece of cheesecake when Matt suddenly stands up and drops to his knee beside me. He pulls out a ring box and opens it, showing me a beautiful ring that looks like it's the same designer as the choker I’m wearing.
“Matt?” I whisper, tears already filling my eyes. I cry at the drop of a hat these days, but this is big.
“Tiza Marie Montgomery, I’ve loved you front the moment we met. My life started the day you ran into me. I promise to love you and the family we’ve already started until my last breath.” He puts his hand on my belly. I just started looking pregnant this week. “Marry me, and let me worship you for the rest of our lives. Let me love you and keep you safe. Will you marry me, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I say without a moment’s hesitation. We haven’t talked about marriage, but I’ve always known I was supposed to be his wife. He puts the ring on my finger, and it’s a perfect fit.
He stands and pulls me to my feet. He kisses me like his life depends on it.
He pays the bill, and we walk down Broad Street toward our hotel. We checked in earlier but had to get to the restaurant for our reservation. My feet are killing me, and I want nothing more than to take these heels off and climb into bed.
As soon as we are in the room, I’m backed against the door.
“I want you in nothing but my ring, pretty girl. Let me strip you bare,” he asks, running his hands all over my body.
“Yes,” I whimper. I’m so wet for him. I’m achy, and only he can fix me. I’m naked, and so is he in a matter of seconds. His hard cock is thick and pointing right at me. I drop to my knees in front of him and take him into my mouth again. This time, he doesn’t even try to stop me. He tangles his hands in my hair and uses my head to guide me as he powerfully thrusts in and out of my mouth.
“Damn it. You look so good on your knees for me, but I want to fill your pussy,” he says finally pulling me off of him. He pulls me to my feet, lifts me up, and carries me over to the bed. He puts me in the center of it and joins me. He’s on his knees, but soon, he’s lying down with his face buried between my spread thighs. He makes me come on his tongue before he drives his cock into me. My legs go around his waist, and I meet him thrust for thrust.
“Feels so good,” I moan, letting the sensations come over me.
“Good girl. Come on my cock so I can fill you,” he growls before leaning down and kissing me.
He fills me, and before I fall asleep, I can’t help thinking about how good the rest of my life is going to be with him.
I can’t wait.
Epilogue
MATT
One Year Later
Marriage and fatherhood is everything I thought it would be and more. Once Tiza graduated, we moved to Boston to be near my family. Tiza has thrived with my mother, treating her like the daughter she never had. It’s the anniversary of our first sex, so I had my parents pick up Bree and keep her for the night. Bree looks just like her mother. She was born with a full head of red hair and green eyes.
Tiza is in her first year of culinary school. She loves cooking for people and wants to turn that into her career. I stand behind her every step of the way. I teach middle school these days, but after this year, I am going to work for my brother. He’s running for governor again and has aspirations to be the president one day. He’s still six years before he’s old enough, but he’s making a name for himself here in Massachusetts, and the rest of the country will hear about it.