Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“Naw, sweetheart.” I thumb her nipple. “I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Lemme feel how hard you come.”
Her head falls back on my shoulder, her weight settling against my chest. Now that I have a free hand, I snake it over her hip and belly.
When I feel her pussy splayed around me, I just about lose my shit. She’s split wide open, totally at my mercy. It takes every ounce of strength not to impale her on a handful of hard, merciless thrusts in a bid to chase down the orgasm that presses in on me from all sides.
“We fit,” I choke out, rolling my index finger over her clit. “Perfect. Perfectly. You feel perfect, sweetheart.”
Reaching back, she digs her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. “I love how you feel. Full. Not an inch to spare.”
She rolls her hips. It’s a tiny movement, and she hisses at what I imagine is the fullness she’s talking about. But I keep playing with her clit and her tits, a different fullness filling me as her hips move a little faster. Her thrusts become a little deeper.
Then all of a sudden, she’s riding me. Her hands find my knees, which give her some leverage as she lifts her hips, brings them back down, over and over again, her cunt’s firm grip on me almost unbearable. Her tits bounce in my hands.
“Baby.” Her hands are on my hands now, both of us massaging her breasts. “You’re the best. Best I’ve ever had. I’m so close already. I never come twice in a row, but I—oh, baby, you’re just—you’re different in all the best ways.”
I knocked you up, and now you’re coming more. You’re coming harder.
You’re only gonna come with me, sweetheart.
I watch in awe as her body rises on a wave of ecstasy. Her ass moves in these delicious little circles, and I can’t help it. I grab her hips and guide her in a few especially deep rounds, thrusting my hips to meet her at the apex of her own thrusts.
She reaches down to touch her clit. Playing with herself just like I told her to. Then—
Bam. Her cunt spasms, clamping down on me.
Blinding white light obscures my vision. She cries out my name and then whimpers baby, baby, baby over and over again as her body shakes and her cunt’s contractions milk me to the edge of my own orgasm.
She’s a shaking, shuddering mess when she comes down.
We both are.
But I gotta be the one to keep it together. I meant what I said about keeping her safe. I wanna be her rock. Prove that I have no intention of hurting or abandoning her the way others clearly have in the past.
Curling my hands around her ribs, I run my thumbs up the sweet little furrow of her spine.
What’s it gonna take to convince you I’m for real?
Wheeler collapses against my chest, boneless, breathing hard. Her hand finds my thigh. She gives me a hard, almost painful squeeze.
“You okay?” I pant.
She shakes her head. “Yes. No. I don’t know, Duke.”
Her voice is thick. My heart trips to a stop.
She’s crying.
Steam billows around us. I should probably get her out of here sooner rather than later—the heat can’t be good for her or the baby.
Look at that. I’m already thinking of both of them. Not just Wheeler. Does that mean I’m in this for them both now? That I’d have this baby not just to keep Wheeler around but because I really wanna be a daddy too?
This about-face I’m doing gives me whiplash. Twenty-four hours ago, I was sure I wasn’t ready to be a dad. At the very least, I was sure it was the right call to prioritize other things—work, travel, friendships.
Now?
Now I’m thinking I want everything, all at once. This girl and our baby and my evolving notion of freedom.
Am I nuts to think that could happen? Or is that just how life works—you make choices, and you work your ass off to build a dream life out of them, however messy or chaotic or exhausting it might be?
Because I ain’t afraid of hard work.
I am afraid of fucking this up and losing my chance with Wheeler.
“Aw, sweetheart.” I nudge her head to the side with my nose and kiss her neck. “Imma make it okay. Give me a minute, yeah? Then I’ll dry you off and take you to bed.”
She nods. “Sounds nice.”
She starts to rock her hips again, but I use my hands to still the motion.
“Let me take over. You relax. Unless you wanna come again?”
Wheeler scoffs. “I think I might literally die if that happens.”
“We’ll wait a bit, then,” I say into her neck. “I need you to stick around.”
Then I start to fuck her in earnest. Holding on to her hips, I lift her a little so I can rock into her cunt. The friction is delicious and deliciously maddening. She moans, her head falling back even farther.