Novel & Cerita Speculative Short Fiction Deserves Love

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

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I gave myself to her, for the very first time, and the only possible explanation was that I really did love her. When she pressed her fangs into my throat, I came with a violence born of more than mere lust. I gave her my semen as surely as I gave her my blood, understanding that she needed both to survive. Her life depended on mine, I realized, and I felt no fear at all. I knew Shelly wouldn't kill me and even if she did? In the throes of the most wonderful orgasm of my life, I wouldn't have minded trading my meager existence for something as wondrous as hers. That's what love does to a man.

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“Cresh, I already told you I only fucked once. If you want a cock to hang on your pussy then might go to the bar and search for a hungry cock that will satisfy you.” “Why would I even do that when I have you?” I chuckled insultingly. This is one of the reasons why I don’t want to fuck a virgin woman. They think men like to fuck them because they are in love with them but the truth is they just want to get laid and because they’re horny. Nothing special. “I don’t love you, Cresh. I don’t even like you.” “What?! But you told me last night you like fucking me! You even told me that I’m unique from all the girls you’ve fucked before! You gave me mixed signals, Rockwell!”

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I say and Connie sighs. "I know all about that," Connie says. "The pain of loving someone who has a love of their life." She adds and we all laugh. "Why do you always worry about the other woman?" Jay asks actually looking shocked. "You can't be serious," I say and the men look at me like I'm crazy. Men can't truly think like this.

A part of me felt embarrassed from the thought, but another part felt a dangerous kind of excitement at the idea that he might have heard me begging for him. In the kitchen I pointed up at the high shelf where the fancy kettle was placed. Jake reached up easily. His shirt rode up a little and showed a bit of skin at his waist. I had to look away quickly before my thoughts ran away again. When he handed me the kettle our fingers brushed. That small touch sent another rush of heat through my body.

Jessie and he made passionate, mind-blowing love all night long, filling his heart with something warm. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Spinster”