An Unexpected Chance – Instaspark Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
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I stood over her, pumping my already hard cock with my fist. I knelt on the mattress, hovering over her, then sinking inside, inch by inch, until we were flush. I wrapped her leg around my hip, staring down at her.

“You feel so incredible,” I praised her. “You were meant for me.”

“Oh God, Simon. Fuck me.”

“Yeah? You want it hard, baby? You gonna take everything I give you?”

I scooped her up, moving with her so she was higher on the bed. I gripped the headboard with one hand, her hip with the other, and I began to move. Long, powerful strokes. Pulling out, thrusting forward. Lifting her hips higher and changing the angle. In, out, pushing, pulling, feeling the tightness and warmth of her. Reveling in the way she clutched at my cock. Surrounded me with her wetness and need. She arched and moved, meeting my intensity with her own. Lifting her hand to grab mine on the headboard, her nails digging into my skin. I fell forward, claiming her mouth as I kept moving. Fucking her harder, going even deeper. Swallowing her cries of passion, loving how she touched me everywhere. I felt another orgasm brewing in my balls, tightening up in pleasure. I broke from her mouth, cursing and saying her name, begging her to fall with me. I shouted as it hit me, ecstasy exploding, breaking my body into bits then piecing it back together. She cried out my name, holding me tight as she milked me, taking everything I gave her, shivering, whimpering, and moaning.

Until we were sated.

Until we were still.

Then in the aftermath, I lay in her arms, cocooned and at peace. Our sweat-soaked skin melded together, the heat slowly evaporating from the air around us. I searched blindly, finding the edge of the blanket and pulling it over us, easing her into a more comfortable position. I kissed her bare shoulder, then nuzzled her neck.

“Amazing,” I whispered. “You were utterly amazing.”

“Not too shabby yourself,” she replied, turning her head to kiss my forehead in an oddly sweet gesture. “That was beyond anything I could have dreamed.”

I tucked her closer. “I plan on making all those dreams come true. Now, sleep a bit. I need you rested.”

She snuggled in, and I loved how comfortable I was with her. How right this felt. I pressed another kiss to her head and let myself drift.

I was looking forward to waking up.

The room was silent when I woke, my bed empty. I sat up, looking around, relaxing when I spotted Amy’s clothes draped over the chair. I got up and dragged on a pair of sweats, then headed to the bathroom. I chuckled at my reflection. My hair was everywhere, my lips looked as if a beautiful woman had been kissing them, and I could see a love bite on my shoulder. Another by my nipple.

My little lover was a biter. She was also passionate, giving, and loud. I was good with all of that.

I wasn’t good with her being gone from my bed, though.

I finished and headed downstairs, following the dim light to the kitchen. Amy was at the island, sitting on one of the high stools. She wore my shirt I’d had on earlier, the sleeves rolled up, and she looked sexy in it. In front of her were the milk jug, an open loaf of bread, the butter dish, the peanut butter, and a jar of jam. A pile of discarded crusts was on the counter.

I sauntered toward her, trying not to laugh. Her mouth was full, and she was chewing rapidly, holding the glass of milk.

Reaching her, I grinned. “Starving?”

She nodded, her mouth still full. I tapped her cheeks. “Are you part chipmunk?”

She swallowed and took a sip of milk. “Maybe. I could nibble on your nuts later if you want.”

I burst out laughing and dropped a kiss to her nose. I slid onto the seat beside her and picked up a crust. “Problem?”

“I don’t like crusts with PB & J.”

I tossed one into my mouth, chewing and swallowing. “Mia’s favorite snack.”

“Mine too.” She took another slice of bread and smothered it with butter and peanut butter, added jam, cut off the crusts, and rolled it like a jelly roll.

“Mia would like it like that,” I mused.

She took another large bite. “It tastes better.”

I dropped another crust into my mouth, enjoying the thick peanut butter taste with the sweet jam. “Holly made the jam.”

She grinned. “I know. I helped her.”

She was adorable. “So, you burned a lot of calories, did you?” I asked dryly, watching her make another sandwich.

“Uh-huh. You’re a sex animal.”

I smirked.

“I might be feeling a little wild again.”

She paused eating. “You told me you were forty-two. Don’t you need, like, some downtime or something?”

I slid off the stool and turned hers, pushing her knees apart and standing between her splayed legs. I lifted her hand, taking the last bite of her rolled-up sandwich. “When it comes to you, no. My cock thinks he is about twenty. He was ready to go for another round a while ago.” I dropped my face to her neck, pushing the collar out of the way. I nuzzled her skin, smiling as she shivered and gripped my biceps.


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