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December 19, 2022 - January 5, 2023
Mike listened to her moans through the paper-thin walls and jerked off to keep from knocking her door off the hinges and burying himself in her.
“I have to face the door so I can keep people from sneaking up on me.” Her body was tense, and she hated how she trembled. He stilled. Then he rolled over and faced the door. “Hold on to my back, Sunshine.” “What do you mean?” “I’ll watch the door and keep you safe. Seein’ as you’re a pain in the ass and like your control, you can hold on to my back and have my back. Together, we got this.”
A compliment, then an order and an affectionate reward.
She would order panties by bulk if he got off ripping them off her.
“Nothin’ about us is casual, Sunshine, and you know it. Got a lot of friends, none I want on the back of my bike.”
“You’re proof.” “Of what?” “That God exists.”
Mike didn’t pray often. The first time in many years was at Rose Marie’s bedside as her soul left this Earth. Tonight, with his woman in his arms, hearing her gentle snoring, his hand around the place growing a special new life, he felt compelled to pray for the second time. This time it was simply to say: “Thank you.”
“You deserve more than a quarter of a man, Maya Angel Walters, and I want more than these fragmented pieces of you. I love you too much to force you.”
“You’re mine and I’m yours. Everything else we figure out along the way,”