Life Without You excerpt

This is an unedited excerpt of Life Without You. It’s copyright to Sara Streader-West – it is not to be used, copied or posted anywhere unless you have permission from the author.

“Tell me again.”

“Tell you what?”

“You know what.”

“You have a great ass?” I’m sure that I have a shit-eating grin plastered on my face; judging by the way she lightly smacks my chest as she lifts her head off of my shoulder, I would take that as a big fat yes.

“Try again boy wonder.” She’s straddling me now, her face lit up with a smile.

“You have great tits.” I say lifting my head up to take one of her perfect pink nipples in my mouth and gently suck, before moving my head to make sure that the other one gets the same treatment. She lets out a moan then, arching her back in a move that goes straight down south making my dick harder than steel.

“Nuh uh, try again.” She gasps as I rub myself back and forth between her wet folds. Tempting her into another round of love making.

Our third this morning.

“That I want to fuck you?”

She looks at me then with a look that I can only describe as pure mischief. Her emerald eyes to my hazel. “ I kind of gathered that.” She laughs gently “You’re insatiable.” before lowering herself onto me causing me to gasp.

“Summer.” Her name uttered softly almost like a prayer as she lifts her self up and down on my cock before I thrust my hips up to meet her movements. I watch her as she fucks me, letting her take control; her head is thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed. Her long blonde hair is down, wild, untamed. She’s covered in a fine layer of sweat, lows growls, gasps and moans are coming from her as our movements get faster and faster as we race towards a glorious climax.

This isn’t the slow, sensual love making of earlier. This is raw, fraught and desperate.

I need her. I need her like the air that I breathe.

I still have to pinch myself that this beautiful woman is mine.

Slamming my hips up to meet hers, frantic to find my release, I chant the words that she wants to hear. The ones that belong to her, that will only belong to her. No matter what happens or where life takes us.

“I love you”


“I love you”


“I love you.”


The sound of the alarm pulls me from my slumber. Reaching out, my hand randomly gropes to try and hit the off button turning off the violent sound that ripped me away from my dreams of her. I don’t need to look at the clock to know that it’s 5.30am, and I need to get up and face the world. Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.


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