Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
I suck in my belly and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. “Shepard, you’re—”
“I’m more prone to listening if you’re doing the talking from down on your knees.”
“You—”
“Tick tock, Little Whore.”
My heart is beating in my throat. It’s beating on my tongue. My knees, my belly. My bleeding pussy. My heart is beating everywhere that I feel him in this moment. It’s beating in my empty womb that I want to cradle as I do as he says.
Wearing his jersey that he put on me last night before he taught me how to ride his dick, I kneel down in front of him and his nostrils flare. Like he likes it so much, and I know he does. And not only because his dick throbs and oozes precum. I lick my lips at the sight of that, and a low growl emerges from him.
Then, fisting my hands at my sides, I say in a small voice, “I-I need it back.”
His jaw clenches. “You need what back?”
I blush. “M-my pills.”
“If you’re asking me for something, maybe you should start with please,” he taunts, still playing with his dick, his muscles twitching.
I blush harder. “I… need my pills back, please.”
His chest moves with a breath. “Better.”
“Shepard—”
He shakes his head. “Tell me why.”
I swallow. “Because we are having sex.”
“So?”
“So you a-always…”
“I always what?”
I lick my lips, now constantly watching his hand playing with his dick. “You a-always come inside me.”
He groans, his body arching slightly with the pleasure, and I clench my thighs at how empty I feel. “I do, don’t I?”
“Yes, you won’t come anywhere else.”
He sighs again as if imagining coming inside of me right about now. “Yeah, because your pussy is made to fuck and come in.”
“But you won’t wear a condom either,” I say like he doesn’t know, like I want him to when I don’t.
“And miss out on how warm and cozy that cunt is? Fuck no.” He frowns as if angry. “She’s my home. She’s my sweetheart, my baby, my Strawberry, and I’m getting the full effect.”
I’m clenching and clenching my thighs, maybe even moving my hips slowly as I keep watching him. And he notices that. “You need it, baby?”
He points to the cock, tugging on it and I nod. “Yes.”
“Say the word and I’ll give it to you,” he drawls.
I lick my lips, still watching his hand. “Will you give me the pills too?”
“You haven’t made your case yet.”
“You—”
“All you have really convinced me so far is you’re my cumslut,” he cuts me off. “So I’ll give you my dick and I’ll come inside you but I’m also flushing these down the toilet.”
“But what if I get pregnant?” I whine, pressing my thighs together, my hips twisting.
He closes his eyes then and rests his head back on the wall, exposing his throat. All gorgeous and stubbled and so fucking masculine. I watch his Adam’s apple vibrate with his moan before he says, “That’s the dream, isn’t it?”
Yes. God, yes, it is. But I don’t dare say it or even think it for more than a second. Instead, I say, “No, no it’s not.”
He opens his eyes, all stoned and dark. “Fuck yeah, it is. Imagine my seed taking root, baby. Imagine your tight tummy all swollen with my baby. And it won’t even take a lot, I don’t think. If I really gave it a serious shot, I’ll breed you on the first try. Or I won’t let you out of my bed until you pee on a stick and I see two pink lines on there.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
My hands are fisted at my sides, but I’m so tempted to touch myself right now. I’m so tempted to stick my hand down my panties and play with my clit like he’s taught me to do during my period. “Shepard, please.”
“Fuck, and then,” he says, still stroking his dick all slowly and leisurely, as if he has all the time in the world and as if he’s weaving the dream right in front of me, “I’m going to be one of those guys who keep touching their girl’s bump. Who keep caressing it, rubbing it, kissing it, licking it. I think I’m going to come on it too, just because I’m going to be so horny, looking at it. I’m going to be walking around with a constant hard-on. But I’m not a complete asshole. I read about it. About the round ligament pain. About how when your belly swells and stretches out, it hurts you. So of course I’m going to give you belly massages too. Back massages. Feet massages. And you know I can, right? Because I do it so well when you’re on your period.”
It's like he’s making a case for himself here. Like he’s trying to convince me to have a baby with him. And the truth is that he doesn’t have to. I’m already convinced. I’m so, so convinced to make a family with him. With this lonely man. A man made to love and be loved.