Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I tell her as I try to stay still. “I love you, and I promise to never hurt you again.”
I kiss her everywhere my mouth can reach while my hands rub all over her skin, warming her up. Her body relaxes the more I touch her, and soon enough, she’s rolling her hips. She’s testing out my length inside her, and it’s all I can do to not immediately cum.
“Fuck,” I groan when she clenches around me. I have to force myself to be still while she gets used to me and rocks up and down on my shaft. “Look how pretty you are when I’ve got you stuffed full.”
“Make me yours, Taylor.” Her eyes stay on me as I slowly slide in and out. I want her to feel every inch of my cock dragging against her and know that she’s claimed.
The pleasure builds between us, and I have to grip her hips so I can thrust harder. She cries out but only in pleasure now, and I can feel her orgasm coming. Her thighs tense around my waist, and her pussy clenches my cock over and over.
When I adjust my thrusts and rub against her clit, that’s all it takes to send her over the edge. She starts cumming, and I nearly black out at how tightly her pussy grips my length. It feels like heaven on earth, and I have no choice but to follow her.
My cock pulses and throbs as it fills her up, to the point that it runs out between us. Our lovemaking leaves us messy, but I absolutely love it. I crave being marked by her in a way that’s primal and only mine.
“I love you,” Scout whispers in my ear as she pulls me closer.
“This is only the beginning,” I say when there’s no space left between us. I have a feeling there will never be anything to keep her from me ever again. “Tomorrow, I’m taking you to Tiffany’s, and you’re going to pick out the biggest diamond in the store.” She laughs at me, but I shake my head. “I’m serious."
“Of course you are,” she says and looks into my eyes. “This has always been forever for you, hasn’t it?”
I nod as I bend down and kiss her lips. “And now that you’ve stopped running, you’ll get to see all the ways I’ve been planning our lives together.” I nod toward the bathroom. “Starting with the extra-long tub I had installed for these extra-long legs of yours.”
“Now that’s romantic,” she says before pulling me in for another kiss.
Epilogue
SCOUT
I’m a girly girl, and I’ve always been this way. When I was little, I constantly had to have on a dress with sparkly shoes. I’d carry a purse and push around a tiny stroller with my WaterBaby doll inside of it. I’d also refuse to leave home unless I had all these things.
As I got older, I lost the WaterBaby and stroller. And I lost the giant plastic ring that was from the imaginary father of my WaterBaby. Obviously our baby was delivered by a stork named Amazon because I knew there weren’t actual storks that delivered babies.
When I was old enough to recognize that the kind of love my mother was searching for sucked, I didn’t want any part of it. At least not in the form of a partner. I filled my life with girlfriends and told myself that would be enough.
I decided I could have all the other things, I just wouldn’t wear a ring on that finger. When I wanted a baby, and I knew one day I would, I’d see a doctor. I could have done it all, but it would have been for all the wrong reasons.
It wouldn’t have been because I was giving myself all of what I truly wanted. Because what I truly wanted was a loving partner. I would have done all those things alone, out of fear. Those fears didn’t let me dream of my wedding, even as girly as I am.
Since Taylor put a ring on my finger, it's all I can think about. Now the day is finally here, and it’s everything I’ve dreamed of.
“We're getting married today!” I say the moment my eyes flutter open and meet Taylor’s gaze.
He’s in bed next to me, and I have no doubt he’s already done a full workout and had a shower. We lived together for three weeks before I realized he did that every morning and I always slept through it. When I wake up, he’s still in bed or he’s the one waking me up. I only know now because I woke up early one morning and had to go look for him. I was worried something was wrong. Why else would he have been in the home gym at five in the morning? I thought maybe he was stressed, because I’d never seen him use it before.