Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
I pull away from her, even with her fingers digging into my thighs. I grab her hands with mine, letting her know to let up, but what do you know, my woman takes the moment to swallow around my cock. And my knees almost buckle. It’s a damn miracle I’m able to maintain my balance. “Not coming down your throat, Lily.”
“Fine, if you must be a spoil sport,” she retorts, finally letting go of my cock.
“Honey, any other day of the week, I’d love nothing more, but I want to be inside you tonight, more than ever.” Lily maneuvers her body until she’s up on her knees, and I move back towards her, my hands moving to the nape of her neck, holding her, soaking in every bit of Lily I can.
“Beau, you stopped me from saying something earlier. You’re not doing it now. I love you. I know it’s early, I know we’re doing things completely backwards, but I don’t care. I need you to hear just what you mean to me.”
“Fuck, Lily, you’re my whole world. I love you to the marrow of my bones. I don’t give a shit about the rest. All I care about is you, now and forever.” Lily’s hands cover mine. She brings her lips to mine, and I take them, my tongue tangling with hers, nipping at her bottom lip every chance I get, maneuvering us so that she’s flat on her back and I’m between her now spread thighs.
“Make love to me, Beau.” Her voice is soft, sweet, and she’ll undeniably be getting what she wants.
“Guide me in, honey.” Having Lily’s hands on my cock as she places me at the entrance of her cunt, sucking on the head of my cock, makes me clench my teeth.
“Beau,” she moans, her hips already rising.
“Lily,” I reply, sinking deeper inside her, slowly, reverently, letting her know with more than words what she does to me, my arms boxing us in, not allowing anyone or anything to invade this moment as we make love to each other.
Chapter 20
Lily
“Did you hear anything I just said, Liliana Dulce Velasquez?” I’m too busy thinking about the lazy morning Beau and I had, how he took me from behind, deeper than he’s ever been, leaving me sore in the best possible way.
“I’m hearing you, I promise. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I thought it would be handled and nothing would happen. I clearly didn’t think things through.” The only reason we’re having this conversation right now is because both my parents and brother banged on the front door by the time we rolled out of bed, fed the horses, and finally made ourselves something to eat.
“I don’t care about that, as long as you’re safe. Now, your papa and brother, on the other hand, they may say otherwise.” Poor Beau. As if I haven’t thrown enough trouble at him, he’s currently out on the front porch with said men, who I’m sure are giving him some kind of lecture.
“Do you love Beau though? Truly?” I broke down and told her the whole truth, even my feelings towards Beau and how we both feel the same way.
“I do, and I see nothing changing that, so if Vince and Papa don’t like it, they’ll have to get over it,” I state, just as all three of them walk back inside.
“Hold your horses, daughter of mine,” Dad says.
“We were just making sure Beau wasn’t fucking around with you, and what all we needed to do to beat the shit out of Chad.” Vince is flexing his wrists then doing some kind of weird shoulder stretches.
“Rein in your fight, Mike Tyson.” Beau smirks, but doesn’t say anything. He lets it all play out.
“You know your brother, Lily. All talk because he knows if he does anything, I’ll box his ears and kick him out of the house.” Vince is the baby, therefore, he still lives in their house, though Papa has been pushing him to find a place, but Mama, she’s holding the purse strings tight. But I’m not stepping into that pot of shit.
“I don’t know, Mama, I think he’s more action than you think.” I stand up from the chair Beau has—it’s a deep brown leather, oversized like the couch Mama is sitting on, and so deep seated it’s the perfect couch for cuddling. Maybe Beau and I can do that tonight—a dinner at home, a movie, and then the two of us wrapped up without a care in the world.
“He’s no idiot, Liliana. He knows his hands are his money makers. He better not screw that up either because he’s about to be kicked out of the house, or your mama and I will be moving,” Papa grouses.
“Hush, we are not moving, and you will not mess around with fighting. Also, you two don’t do anything either. Stay safe and love each other.” Mama points her finger at each of us, laying down the law.