Page 97 of Unexpected Forever
But somehow, this petite, sassy, dark-haired beauty cast a spell on me, and I have no desire to break free.
As I sink farther into her wet heat, her pussy flutters around my length, and I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent. “Mine.”
My whisper is more like a growl as her nails score down my back. She pulls her knees up beside my ribs, changing the angle to where my eyes roll back in my head. “Yes, I’m yours.”
The words come out in a throaty, possessive tone I haven’t heard from her before, and I’m lost.
I slam the rest of the way in and she cries out, her core clenching around my hardness.
She’s like heaven, hell, and coming home all rolled into one. I’ll never be able to get enough of her.
An animalistic urge whips through me as I thrust into her over and over.
I rise up and lift one of her legs to my shoulder, grabbing her hips. I’m so deep, and from the change in pitch of her moans, I hit the spot that makes her crazy.
I piston my hips, a crazed man on a mission to possess. In my head, one word repeats over and over.
Mine.
Her hands grip the sheet beneath us, her tits bouncing with each thrust into her. Nothing has ever felt this good before.
Hell, it even eclipses the feeling I had when I hit a grand slam in the World Series that won us the title.
Fuck, I’m in so much trouble.
It’s the last coherent thought I have before Charley screams out my name. Her pussy is a vise grip around my dick as she comes, drawing my release out of me. Her pussy milks me for every last drop as I spill into her.
Sweet Jesus.
Her leg slides off my shoulder, and I collapse on the bed beside her. “You okay?” I ask between pants.
She nods, her chest heaving. “Better than okay.”
“Me too. I forgot my name there for a minute.”
She laughs. “Me too.”
We lay there for several minutes until a growl comes from Charley’s stomach. I chuckle and roll to my side, laying a hand on the small swell of her belly. “Nugget’s hungry?”
“Well, we have expended a lot of energy,” she says with a wry grin.
“Then let’s feed mama before she gets too cranky.”
* * *
Charley sitsat the kitchen island, polishing off the last of her second bacon, egg, peanut butter, and relish burrito.
Watching her eat, in my old Bull Sharks T-shirt and nothing else, and knowing it fuels our baby is sexy as hell.
Even if it is the world’s most disgusting concoction of food.
She pops the last bite into her mouth and moans before taking a gulp of milk. “It’s so good.”
I wrinkle my nose, my arms crossed over my chest.
“I know you find it disgusting but I do appreciate you making it for me.”
“No problem.”
