Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Bentley, damn, you feel good. I need more. I want you so much.”
“You want more?”
“Yes, please. I need you so much.”
I smile and tap her leg. She stands and looks down at me with so much lust in her eyes. I turn her and guide her back onto my lap.
Once she’s seated on my length again, I reach for her legs and hold them open as I lean her back onto my chest while I thrust up into her. She begins to cream and scream.
It’s so good my eyes roll back into my head. I angle my head and suck on the skin on her neck. The sweet scent of her skin makes my mouth water.
I could spend the night just tasting her and I’d be a happy man. Zah has brought new meaning to my desire for her. I push her to lean forward as I watch her ass bounce on me.
Biting my lip, I run my hands all over her smooth back and ass. She’s so fucking sexy. The more I think of her becoming my wife and having my babies, the harder I get.
“Oh my God, you’re so hard, babe. You’re making me so wet,” she cries out.
She’s not lying. I’m super hard and her pussy is so wet it’s singing back at me. She’s dripping down my balls.
I roll my tongue inside my mouth as if I can taste her juices. She ripples and tightens around me, and I have to bite back my orgasm. I’m not ready to come yet. However, the sight before me alone is about to make me lose the battle.
“We’re just getting started, Zah. I want to fuck you all night, baby. Let me show you what our future can feel like,” I breathe against her skin.
I feel her about to come. I won’t be far behind her. When she starts to grind her hips on me, we both surrender to our orgasms.
I roar her name as I spill into the condom. Pressing my sweaty forehead to her shoulder, I try to catch my breath. She turns to look back at me and smiles.
“We’re going to need to head into my room for more condoms,” I laugh.
“I’m going to need a minute to feel my legs.”
“You and me both. I love you, baby,” I say and peck her lips.
CHAPTER 22
Torn
Bentley
“Come on, baby,” I murmur as I sit in my seat in the bleachers watching my girl run.
She’s behind at the moment, but I know that’s not for long. I scoot to the edge of my seat, holding my breath. I want to be down there running with her to cheer her on.
I bite my fist as she gives it some gas and begins to move forward faster. Suddenly, she floats by everyone else and sails forward as if she’s the only one out there. I get to my feet as my heart races.
“Come on, Zah, finish them,” I bellow. “You’ve got this, baby. Come on.”
“Yes, Zah, yes,” Erica cheers as she stands beside me.
Robin is standing on the other side of Erica with wide eyes as she clutches her hands over her mouth. She’s become like a little tagalong the last two semesters. She’s grown on me. The crowd begins to roar like thunder as Zah takes the race, crossing the finish line.
“Yeah, baby. That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. That’s my girl,” I roar as I fist pump.
Suddenly, the air is sucked out of the building. Zah drops to the ground, screaming as she holds her left knee. Before I know what I’m doing, I race down to where she’s lying in tears.
I drop to my ass and pull her into my arms as I hold her between my legs. She looks up at me with tears swimming in her eyes. I don’t know what to do, so I cup her forehead and hold her against my chest as I rock her soothingly.
“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you. Help is coming. It’s okay, it’s going to be okay. I’m right here.”
“I think it’s over,” she sobs.
“Shh, don’t do that. We don’t know anything yet. Let them take care of you, baby. It’s going to be okay.”
I want to promise her it will all be all right, but I have this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. All I can do is hold her and try to give her my strength. I’ll be right here for her.
Zahirah
I have a torn ACL. Everything before the end of that race is now a blur to me. I wish I could start this day over. It’s over, I don’t think I will run the same again.
The doctor was positive and said I could make a full recovery, but I just have this feeling like running track has come to an end for me. I’m numb and don’t want to think about what this all means. The reality that I may have won my last race today is a bitter pill I’m not ready to swallow.