Page 27 of His Wood Her Fire

The slap of my balls against her ass was loud.Lewd, even.But I fucking loved it.I loved everything about this.

About her.

Her pussy clamped down on my cock and Gloria shouted her completion.I knew without a doubt she was it for me.I was ass over kettle in love.

“Fuck.I am so fucking in love with you,” I growled, cupping her cheeks, making her watch me as I came inside her.

Each pulse of my release was like another part of my soul, of my entire fucking being, was being gifted to this woman.I filled her womb with my essence, claiming her as mine, and sealing my own fate in the process.

Chapter Fourteen-Gloria

After last night, I thought for sure Bo was going to run screaming from me the next day.But he didn’t.And since it didn’t stop snowing, I couldn’t leave either.

“Come in here, Baby.I made us some lunch,” Bo called out from his kitchen.

I bit my lip and stood up from where I’d been sitting in his massive living room.Moose and Frou-Frou were keeping me company, and I grinned at how cute they looked, his massive dog and my fur baby napping side by side in front of the hearth.

His home was about twice the size of the rental, and the décor was a little more geared towards him.

The furniture was rustic looking and masculine, mainly made from leather and wood.But it was quality stuff and expensive too.

But it was the framed photographs that hung on the wall opposite the fireplace that really stunned me.They were top quality work.Beautiful, too.

One was of a twelve-point buck caught in the morning light beside a stream.

Another showed a flower budding at what I assumed was the start of spring, since snow was evident in the blurred background.

A third depicted a claw print, maybe a bear’s, just lying there in the mud, being filled by the falling rain.

Poignant.

Still.

Deep.

Each photo made the observer feel something.

Awe.

Hope.

Sadness.

I wondered where Bo bought the pictures, and I had to admit I was miffed when I didn’t see an artist's signature at the bottom.

It reminded me of some of the pictures my mystery photographer B.D.had sent for the gallery showing in just a few days.

But as quickly as I’d had the thought, it fled from my mind.A terrific aroma permeated the air, and my stomach growled as I joined Bo in the kitchen.

“What’s all this?”I asked, wide-eyed, staring at the veritable feast he’d laid across the counter.

“Nothing fancy.Just a zucchini, potato, and mozzarella frittata.A tomato salad.Some fresh orange juice.Coffee.And biscuits from one of those can thingies.I can’t do them from scratch,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his unruly hair.

“This looks fantastic.Seriously,” I said and placed a hand on his arm.

His green eyes darkened and before I knew what was happening, Bo pulled me towards him and dropped a hard kiss on my mouth.

“Youlook fantastic.”

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