Megan’s life has been anything but simple. She’s always lived amongst chaos, and for once, she just wants it all to stop. After years of lies and agony, will anything work out for her?
In this heart-gripping third installment of the Believe series, watch Megan discover love again, and not just any love, but one worth fighting for, one that makes her feel different, cherished, wanted, and treasured. For Megan, Mark is the one to give her all of that and has brought a new meaning to her life and a new reason to live.
The old saying, “Nothing comes easy in life,” holds true to this story, which is packed with unexpected twists and turns. For Megan and Mark, it pushes their love to new heights. Will the love they share for each other keep their relationship strong, or does Megan’s string of erroneous luck run out?
Mark walks into the kitchen and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. I flick some water at him as an attempt to be playful. All I am thinking about is how I want to play the seductive role.
“Did you really just do that?”
“I did, Mr. Reed.” I spatter more water at him.
“Oh, that’s it, Miss Madden.”
Mark spins me around so we are facing each other and then flicks a bit of water at me.
“Are you starting now?”
“I am indeed.”
He places his hands at either side of my hips, lifting me onto the kitchen counter. His lips lock with mine as his tongue teasingly seeks entry into my mouth.
He pulls back from our kiss and looks at me with the expression of complete love. “You’re so beautiful, Megan.”
I moan. Mark places his lips onto my neck and passionately blazes kisses down my nape, ending on my chest at the tops of my breasts. I cannot help but exhale deeply.
Looking directly into my eyes, he commands, “Upstairs now, Miss Madden.”
I smile knowingly at Mark. As I move forward, he slowly slides me down the front of his body. His taut abdomen is firm against my core, and his growing erection has caught my breath and caused wetness to form between my thighs. As he lets my feet hit the floor, he takes my hand, but I take the lead up the stairs in front of him. His hand taps my bum, and I squeal, picking up my pace.
“Behave, Mr. Reed.”
I run ahead straight into the master bedroom.
“As if you’d run away from me.”
Mark grabs me and pulls me straight back into his arms with my back against his chest.
“You are mine now.” I giggle.
He spins me around, placing his hands at the bottom of my top and sliding it over my head. I do the same to him, and I can’t believe how good he looks.
His lips go straight to my neck, kissing it fervently, going from one side to the other. He travels down to my black lacy bra. Sliding one hand around my back, he unfastens it and then lets both hands drift to my matching panties. I stand still as he moves effortlessly to slide them down my legs.
“Oh, I am going to devour you, baby,” he says as he kneels in front of me.
Moving his thumb to my clit, he rubs it while placing little kisses on it. He slides his finger inside me really slowly, sending me over the edge in ecstasy.
“You’re wet, so wet,” he moans. “I want you, need you.” He withdraws his finger and stands up to slide off his jeans. His tight boxers strain around his throbbing erection. I gracefully move and slide them down, freeing his cock.
Wow, I can’t help but look at how big he is. I giggle to myself. Mark lays me down onto the bed, kissing my neck and then sliding his lips down my chest.
“Baby, are you sure?” he asks in a caring voice.
I nod and he automatically slides on protection and then smiles at me. At least I don’t have to worry.
He slowly slides himself in me, and I take a deep breath. Oh, baby. He places his hands above my head, and I bend my knees to wrap my legs around him. I put my hands into his hair and gently pull, causing him to groan in pleasure. As he begins to gain speed, he lowers his head and his tongue invades my mouth, kissing me passionately. The intensity is so strong that I arch my back to meet him thrust for thrust.
“Baby, you’re so perfect,” he says as he takes one hand and starts squeezing my nipple and caresses my face with the other.
“Oh my,” I say. I don’t think I can hang on much longer.
“Megan, I love you,” he declares as he continues to pump harder and faster, never losing his rhythm.
I can’t manage to form words; I just moan. I knew our first time would be easy and special.
“Argh!” Mark lets out a massive growl not long after me and falls down onto the bed beside me. He places his hand on my bum, rolling me onto my side and pulling me in close.
“You’re wonderful,” he whispers as he strokes my hair.
“No, you are.”
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L. Chapman was born in and continues to live in North Yorkshire, United Kingdom. She has spent most of her life helping others as a health care assistant, and was, at one time, a DJ for a special needs club. Blending her love of helping others and her love of children, L dreams to one day own and operate a childcare nursery that will help mainstream special needs children with others.
In the rare times that L. is not working to help others or maniacally writing, she enjoys making a mess of things while creating beautifully detailed greeting cards. She spends time relaxing with family, friends, and good books. L. loves to travel and has been to many places in the United Kingdom; her favorite places all involve the ocean. She hopes to one day share a kiss with her happily-ever-after in the romantic shadow of the Eiffel Tower. Should she ever get over her fear of flying, those kisses may be shared in the shadows of the Egyptian Pyramids.
Ever the fussy eater, L. has never once tasted peanut butter, and she despises coffee. If you should feel the need to bribe her, it is suggested that you bring chocolate, as that is one of her known weaknesses.