Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
And there she is.
My girl.
My woman.
My soon-to-be wife. Because like I said, letting her go is no longer an option. Not unless she wants me to.
And while I took her quick and hard outside, I now force myself to go slower and worship every inch of her.
I didn’t want to bring her home because if she so much as showed any signs of disgust, I’d be devastated.
I have a couple of million dollars in my bank account from working for petroleum companies over the years, but I’ve always lived within my means. I don’t plan on working in the field any longer because it’s physically exhausting, and it takes a toll on me mentally.
Since I live alone, I didn’t see the point in buying something grand. So when my folks passed away, I fixed up my childhood home, making sure there was running water and solar power, and it was comfortable.
I’ve always loved it, but I wonder how it will look from Jenna’s eyes. It’s a far cry from the luxurious living she’s probably used to. I bet her apartment is more expensive than my entire property. Doesn’t mean I can’t spoil her rotten because that’s exactly what I intend to do.
One of the things I refused to change was the exterior. It’s made of sturdy logs and has obviously stood the test of time. There’s a wide covered porch with one three-seater chair. If she decides she likes to sit on it, I’ll build a second one for her. Just for her.
Jenna turns to me as we head out of the bedroom and smiles that soul-crushing smile of hers. “It’s lovely.”
I smile without saying anything. I don’t want to disappoint her. I really don’t.
With her hand in mine, we walk to the small living room with a stone fireplace on one side and a flat-screen TV on the other. I have exactly one photograph on the mantel—from my high school graduation with my parents on either side.
Jenna steps closer, picks up the frame, and runs a finger along the glass cover.
From out of nowhere, I’m flooded by visions of her and our children. Of dozens of photographs filling the mantel—our wedding day, her pregnancy, kids’ first birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year.
There’s no future without her. None.
“Are you hungry?”
She giggles. “It’s almost midnight.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“Okay.”
Half an hour later, we’re sitting on the wooden chair on the porch, blowing on our steaming bowls of ramen. Rain has stopped, and we listen to the crickets chirping, owls hooting, and frogs croaking in the distance.
It’s peaceful, and that’s exactly why I chose to live here instead of anywhere near the university.
Jenna’s sitting cross-legged beside me, her knee pressing to my thighs, and I will myself to continue eating and not helping myself to her…again.
I don’t know if this is my fate now. If I’m bound to be walking with a boner for all my days. Because the mere thought of the way she felt in my arms has my cock roaring to attention and begging for release.
“What are you planning to do after college, Jenna?” I ask her in between bites.
She puts down the chopsticks over the bowl, a faraway look in her eyes. “To be honest, I don’t know yet. I studied sociology because it’s interesting, but I’m not sure where I’m gonna work after. Maybe a nonprofit organization especially for kids.”
I can see her doing that. “You like kids?”
A dimple peeks as she smiles softly. “Yes.” She fidgets with her chopsticks before turning to face me. “Do you?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“If it’s ours.”
Just like that, another sexual spell descends over us. We hastily set our empty bowls aside, and Jenna traps me between her thighs, straddling me.
She’s wearing one of my shirts. Too big on her, and one side is falling over her shoulder. I’m in my sweatpants and white t-shirt, making it easy for her to reach inside my waistband and pull out my steel rod, with a few beads of pre-come at the tip.
Lowering my face, I tangle my tongue with hers, sucking and plunging in and out of her warm mouth. With a pant, Jenna wraps her hand around my cock and slowly slides herself on it, gasping when she’s fully impaled.
My hands fly to her waist to help her along, but she digs her nails into my forearms and glares at me. “Don’t move, Jacob. Let me do the work. I wanna ride your thick cock until we both come.”
Well, fuck. Never expected Jenna’s dirty mouth, but I’m all in.
I drape an arm over the back of the chair and watch her.
Her fingers clutch my shoulders, and she takes over. Jenna throws her head back and rotates her hips, squeezing her inner muscles while she does it. Her body does this little wave that has me struggling not to embarrass myself by coming first.