Page 47 of The Problem with Dating
Her body started to take over, and the hold her pussy had on my cock had me shooting my thick load inside her at the same time. And I tell you what, cumming while a pussy is clenching all around you is a different kind of pleasure. The pressure on my cockhead had me blowing up inside her.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “Fuck, you feel so good.” And she wasn’t capable of saying anything as she rode out her climax.
I rested my head on her stomach, and our harsh pants were the only thing that could be heard throughout the entire house. I could feel her body twitch in the aftermath, but even with that shit happening, I could probably pass out, standing on my feet, my dick lodged inside her.
“Christ, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Echo,” I whispered against the soft skin on her tummy.
“I hope not,” she exhaled lethargically.
“Even when we have three kids running around the place, I’m still going to fuck you on the kitchen counter,” I informed her.
Her voice sounded weary and exhausted when she replied, “We’ll just have to remember to sanitize the counter afterwards.”
“We’ll just stock up on those big bundles they sell at the warehouse stores,” I said, thinking out loud.
“Good idea,” she mumbled, and when I looked up, her eyes were closed, and I was pretty sure she was close to passing out.
“Baby?”
“Hmm?”
“Tell me you’re going to love me forever and I’ll carry you to the bedroom and tuck you in.”
“I’m going to love you forever, Gideon,” she mumbled.
“Say it like you mean it,” I teased.
“I’m going to love you forever and give you a million babies and all that jazz,” she whispered.
“Promise?” I didn’t care that I was sounding like a pussy.
“I promise.”
Chapter 25
Echo~
Okay, so the second time had to be a charm, right?
Gideon was my second chance at love, and I was not going to sabotage it with doubt. I was not going to question or worry this thing to death. I loved Gideon, and Gideon loved me, and I was going to ride this craziness until the wheels fell off.
“How in the hell is this okay?”
“Quit your bitching.”
Allen Carter, Gideon’s best friend, lowered his side of the bed frame. “You go off and fall in love and get into some fights, and then got me moving furniture within minutes of meeting your girlfriend, and you’re telling me to quit bitching?”
Allen was an architect, and they’d met when Gideon and Robert had first started their company. Allen was very handsome with rich brown hair and matching brown eye, and he was built like he knew what the inside of a gym looked like. He was also married to his college sweetheart, and they had two kids. And though his skin was the same dark shade as his chocolate-colored eyes, his skin tone wasn’t dark enough that you couldn’t see the tattoo of his wife’s name scripted across that left bulging bicep. And the man’s biceps were bulging.
Gotta love a hard-working man.
“It was one fight,” Gideon replied dryly. “Don’t add a two to a ten.”
Okay, I’d never heard that one before. “What’s adding a two to a ten?”
“If the girl or guy or story or whatever is already a ten, you don’t need to add anything more to it in exaggeration. It’s already a ten, it doesn’t need more fluff to pump it up,” Allen explained.
“Oh. Hmm…I like that saying.”
