Dramatic, Mushy, Complicated Love by Leah Sharelle (fantasy novels to read .txt) 📕

already knew what her cum tasted like on my tongue, and now my cock needed to know. A nagging voice in the deep recesses of my brain yelled at me to pull out, not to come inside her, that I wasn’t wearing a condom. And it shocked me that I didn’t give a shit; thankfully, Meadow seemed to understand my internal struggle because she smiled that perfect smile at me.

“Come inside me, I’m on the pill.”

I groaned loudly, my face falling into the crook of her neck.

“I’ve never before come inside a woman unprotected baby, that I can swear to you.” Raising my head, needing her to see the truth in my eyes, Meadow decided for me a second later as her orgasm flowed around my shaft, her heated cream sliding over me like a silk sheet. The moan of sheer delight coupled with her inner muscles clamping around me and the sensation of her orgasm warming pushed me over the edge to join her in that magical place. Thrusting forward, once then twice, my mouth dropped to Meadow’s just as my own climax spilled from my tip and into her.

A vibrating roar tore from my dry throat, and my dick filled her with every single drop of cum from my balls. The heavy sheen of sweat sticking me to Meadow prevented me from moving, but right at that moment, I could not have cared if I lost the ability to walk. I just experienced the most intense, the most heart-stopping climax imaginable.

“Luca?” Meadow whispered so softly, I had to turn my head so my ear was close to her mouth, so I could hear her.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I know I have fallen, and I know you are my everything.” Her whispered declaration all that was needed for my cock to twitch back to life.

Since the death of my father, and coming back to my home town to first finish university then taking over my dad’s business while looking after my family was all life had in store for me. Content but not happy, busy but not complete, I accepted that was my lot in life.

Ten years later, and a much needed session at the pub, life gave me my purpose.

Meadow.

“I’m never letting you go, Meadow,” I vowed.

“You better not.” Her reply so typical and sassy, yet it meant more to me than if she told me she loved me.

She did, I was certain of that. The words would be nice, but I was a patient man.

A man who had finally found his purpose. Those three words would just be the icing on my perfect cake.

“Meadow, pass me the Twisties, will ya?” Brecken asked, holding one hand out to me while keeping the other one on the steering wheel.

“Ah, ah, buddy. Concentrate on driving, and you can eat when we get back to the shop.”

“Meadow, I’m hungry, and I am doing you a favour when I had other plans today.”

Rolling my eyes, I glared at my brother. “A favour! You are charging me by the kilometre! And what plan involves sitting on the couch playing stupid computer games and making Mum run out for KFC and Maccas?” I scoffed, throwing the packet of chips down on the truck’s floorboards.

Looking around the cab of the truck, I found myself bored out of my brain. Usually, my monthly trips to Castlemaine to the antique auction gave me all the feels. Anticipation during the drive up, thinking about the cool stuff that will be there. Then the excitement on the trip home, imagining what I was going to do with all my new purchases—deciding which piece to customise, which ones to sell as-is. Normally I loved it, but not today and not this trip.

Of course, I blamed Luca. If I wasn’t so damn in love with him, then being away from him for five hours would not be so hard.

My god, I was so gone over him. Four weeks had passed since our night of firsts, getting into an argument then making love for the first time. Since then, it has been smooth sailing for us. Luca still showed his bossy side from time to time, which I allowed but overlooked. Sometimes I liked it, and sometimes it caused arguments, not big ones but heated enough to have make-up sex afterwards. And the sex! Be still my throbbing pussy, Luca worked my body night after night, I didn’t exactly lack in that department either. He particularly liked it when I straddled his face backwards–the classic sixty-nine position our all-time favourite form of foreplay. His bed was better for that, while my kitchen counter was ideal for bending over and Luca pounding into me from behind.

We naturally fell into a routine of alternating between his and mine, depending on the day, what was happening the next day, and of course, his dinners with his mother and sisters.

I thought after more than a month, I would have been formally introduced to Luca’s family by now, I knew Kayla a little. On my first visit to Luca’s office, our introduction had been brief when I arrived, then Luca whisked me out the back entrance bypassing the reception area. At the time, I had not given a shit, not with puffy lips from sucking his cock and hair mussed up from his fingers. I really wanted to get to know his four sisters better, especially Kayla, mainly because at our first meeting, she knew what was going to happen in her brother’s office. Luca, though, was dragging his feet, making excuses, claiming his mother wasn’t feeling good, but I knew he was lying and that both pissed and terrified me.

Pissed because I was kinda insulted that he had yet to show me off to the most important people in his life; that then brought on my anxiety, which led me to imagine he could be ashamed of me. And that made me pissed off further.

“Breck, when did you meet Tash’s parents for the first time?” I