Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“I never had any reason to be,” she whimpers. “You’re my first, Finn…”
Her words inflame me. Yes, I’m the first. The first and only. You belong to me now, Mira.
I slide my fingers through her hair and grab hard just above the nape of her neck. I pull back, exposing the tender flesh of her throat, and drag my tongue up and over her jaw until I reach her lips.
“Then I’m going to breed you, Mira,” I growl, my primal instincts redlining. “I’m going to pump my load inside your fresh little cunt and put a baby in you. Then you’ll be truly mine.”
“Oh my,” she moans with delight, snatching the sheets with both hands.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” she whimpers.
“Louder,” I demand. “Say it louder.”
“I want it!” she nearly yells. I clamp my palm over her mouth, remembering I’m fucking her in her parents’ manor. If they hear what we’re doing in here…
“Whisper in my ear, princess,” I tell her, leaning in close. “Tell me to get you pregnant.”
She gasps a breath, and I feel her plump tits press against my chest. Perfection.
“I want you to get me pregnant, Finn.”
A smile twists across my lips as I feel my cock swell to the point of no return. “Then that’s what I’ll do, princess. Here it comes.”
I pump deep, rutting fully inside so my entire shaft is buried, with only my balls hanging out of her. And then my orgasm hits me. I erupt like a fountain, emptying days’ worth of desire into her soaking wet walls. My head tilts back, and I groan long and deep as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced rocks me to my core.
Mira’s pussy clenches down on me like a fist, and I feel her entire body quiver as she goes off too. She snatches my arms with her hands, scratching me with her nails, but I don’t even care. I barely even feel the sting. I’m too busy spraying my seed into her womb, ensuring she will be carrying our baby soon.
“Finn…” she mewls, her hips bucking as we come together. I pin her down with my body until every last drop of my cum has been milked from my shaft, then press my lips to hers.
“That was unbelievable,” I whisper. “You are unbelievable, Mira.”
“I can’t believe we just—”
“You loved it though, didn’t you?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She nods eagerly. She could go for another round already.
And so could I. In a minute.
“You know what I love?” I ask. She shakes her head. “You.”
Her pussy pulses, but the rest of her body goes still as she looks up at me. “I loved you the moment I saw you, Mira. The moment you walked into the shop.”
A smile crosses her lips, and her cheeks fill with blush.
“I love you too, Finn.”
My chest swells, and that’s when I know—it doesn’t matter what her parents say, how much the two of us have to fight for their approval—Mira won’t be marrying anyone but me.
She’s mine.
9
MIRA
I wake up warm, fuzzy, and wrapped in thick, bulky arms that feel like my own suit of armor protecting me from the world. Finn’s broad, strong chest rises and falls against my back, and his breath puffs softly against my neck and ear. His rough hand is low on my belly, protective and possessive of me even while he sleeps.
I don’t move. I don’t even open my eyes.
I don’t want to break the spell of the moment.
For the first time since I can remember, I actually feel truly wanted by a man. I feel loved. Finn doesn’t want me because it’ll make him popular with my dad. He wants me because of me. Because of who I am. And that delights me.
Images of last night play through my head like a blissful romantic movie. The way he looked at me, worshipped me—even the way he talked dirty to me and treated me like I was his. It was all just so incredible.
I take a deep breath and happily sigh.
This must be what it feels like.
Love…
But not just love—belonging to somebody who actually cares. Because when I’m with Finn, that’s how I feel. Like he actually cares for me.
I drift off again, lulled to sleep by the soft, rhythmic thump of his heartbeat. But when I wake up again later, I’m alone.
The bed beside me is still warm, but there’s no Finn. In his place is a letter, scribbled in messy handwriting.
Princess, I got called into work. Didn’t want to wake you when you looked so gorgeous sleeping. Call you later. Love you.
My whole body goes warm and bubbly, tingling all over.
Love you.
I lift the note to my nose and inhale. I can still smell Finn’s body on it. I press it to my chest like it’s a treasure. It’s like having a piece of him here with me despite his absence.