Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I can feel him hot, hard, and throbbing right against my slippery lips. And without another moment passing by, I start to sink down onto him.
“Oh my God!” I gasp, moaning loudly as inch after thick, throbbing inch pushes into me. I can feel my walls clinging to him and gripping his length tightly as he growls and grabs my ass. He thrusts, and I cry out into his mouth as the last half of his fat cock plunges deep into my willing pussy.
West groans, his mouth dropping to my nipples as I squeal in pleasure. I start to rise up, my hips rolling before I sink back down, taking him.
“Ride me, baby girl,” he hisses into my skin, his hands gripping me tightly. “Ride that fat cock until you give me all that cum.”
I gasp, throwing my head back as I start to do just that. I rock up and down, my hips rolling over and over as I learn to take him seamlessly. He fills me to the absolute limit every time, and the pleasure is almost overwhelming.
Up and down, I bounce on West’s huge, yummy cock as his hands grip my body tightly. His hand slides over my ass and centers on it, and when I feel his thick finger slide lower between my cheeks, I moan in forbidden ecstasy. His finger teases around my ass, and I barely slow my bouncing on his cock when he starts to press.
His thick finger eases into me, taking my breath away as I feel so fucking full. But it’s so good, and the naughty pleasure makes me squeal for more and ride him faster.
“Oh fuck, just like that, Taylor,” he groans. His lips find mine, and I whimper and squeal and moan into his mouth as he pushes me to the fucking edge.
“I want you to stay here,” he growls.
“Okay,” I moan.
“No, Taylor, I mean…” he pulls back, his eyes blazing into mine. “I mean always, baby,” he growls. “I don’t want you to leave, ever.”
My heart starts to beat a million miles an hour as I cup his face, ecstasy exploding though me as I ride his cock.
“I don’t ever want to leave,” I moan, riding him even faster, taking all of him and wanting even more.
“I love you, Taylor.”
His words alone almost push me over the edge. I shiver and tremble, my entire body seizing up as the climax begins to catch fire inside.
“I—oh God, West! I love you too!”
He roars, plunging into me, and the ferocity of our love making, and the tenderness of our words are too incredible a combination. The orgasm explodes through me, and I gasp, clinging to him.
“West!”
He crushes his lips to mine, swallowing my moans as I come over and over, my entire body trembling and my pussy rippling and clenching up and down his thick cock. West groans into me, and I feel him swell as his balls pulse against my ass.
When he starts to come with me, I orgasm all over again, feeling his hot cum spurting into me. Rope after thick, sticky rope pumps deep against my womb, and knowing he’s bare inside of me has my whole body spinning out of control. I cling to him, kissing him madly as we grind to a halt, panting and gasping for air.
West grunts, and I giggle as he rolls us over. He pushes in, making me moan as his cock sinks deep into me, like he’s pinning me to the bed.
“I want to make sure it stays inside,” he whispers thickly. “I want to make sure it says in you, and takes,” he growls.
I moan, my eyes wide. “You mean it?”
“Fuck, I’ve never meant anything more,” he groans. “I want it all with you, Taylor.”
“Family,” I whisper.
“More than anything,” he groans.
“I can’t wait,” I gasp as our lips sear together once again.
“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers.
“I love you too.”
“Maybe we should go again?”
I giggle. “Just to make sure?”
“Gotta make sure.”
“I’m all yours,” I gasp.
“I know.”
His mouth sears to mine, and I can’t wait for what comes next.
Epilogue
West
Four years later:
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” I growl. I turn to my wife, beaming with pride before I turn back to follow her gaze up at the brand-new sign over the brand-new building. And it’s been installed just in time.
Tomorrow is the grand reopening of the cinnamon bun shack—only, now it’s not a shack, and it’s no longer “Buns Out.” The shack itself was demolished after the attack all those years ago, but after a ton of effort and haggling, we took over the space where an old suit shop used to be on the pier.
Now, it’s called Star Crossed Buns, and it’s a sit-down coffee, tea, snack, and of course, cinnamon bun spot.
Oh, and you better believe this fucking place is air conditioned. You also better believe the staff isn’t going to dress like porn stars.