Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Rolling on top of her, I let the head of my cock tease her entrance and demanded, “Who do you belong to? Who owns this pussy?”
She growled, and her nails dug into my shoulders. “You, dammit! Now will you freaking own it instead of just talking a good game?”
Grinning, I pressed her thighs apart, lined up, and drove home in one slow, brutal stroke. She choked on a moan. “Micah—yes—”
Her body clamped around me, slick and welcoming. I stayed buried for a minute, grinding deeper. Then I pulled halfway out and slammed back in, gritting my teeth as heat exploded up my spine.
I took her mouth in a punishing kiss and moved. Rougher and faster, every stroke a silent promise that I’d never stop wanting her like this. The stretch marks across her hips, the softness she hadn’t had before—none of it changed a damn thing.
It made me love her more.
Worship her harder.
Fuck her deeper.
Her legs locked around my waist, and she moaned. “Micah. Please. Oh yes! Please!”
“What, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“Come inside me, Micah,” she panted. “Please, I need you. To feel you. Everywhere. Oh yes! Yes! Please, Micah!”
I reached between us to pinch her clit, and she came apart beneath me. I followed seconds later, burying my face in her neck and shouting her name like a man completely fucking gone. Jets of hot come spurted from my cock, giving her more and more. Filling her up.
Afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets, flushed and wrecked.
I brushed her damp hair off her forehead and murmured, “Next one’s gonna be a boy. Just sayin’.”
She groaned. “One day, maybe. But from now on, you wrap it up, Micah Daughtry.”
I smirked, not even pretending to be sorry. “I could’ve sworn I heard my wife begging me to come inside her.”
She rolled her eyes and glared. “I should not be held accountable for what I say when you’re driving that giant thing inside me.”
I laughed and kissed her temple. “Fair.”
The monitor crackled again, this time louder. Our daughter babbled her adorable opinions.
“I’ll get her.” I stood and grabbed my pajama pants, dragging them on. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”
Ten minutes later, I returned to the bedroom. Rylin was still naked, curled on her side with the sheets around her hips. She stirred as I slid into bed beside her and pulled her against my chest.
Then she rolled over and straddled me, naked, her eyes burning with need. Then, to my shock, she held out a condom. When I didn’t take it right away, she raised a single eyebrow.
I huffed. “Seriously?”
She didn’t say a word, just continued holding it out.
“Fine,” I snapped
I ripped open the packet, slid the condom on, and gripped her hips. She sank onto me slowly, tight, and perfect. Except for the extra glide, the warmth, the slickness…fuck, I hated that damn thing!
One stroke later, she gasped, “Take it off. I can’t—Take it off.”
I didn’t hesitate. Smirking, I pulled out, ripped the thing off, and slammed back inside her raw.
“Fuck!” I nearly shouted, but clamped my teeth at the last second, so I didn’t wake the baby.
After rising and falling once of my naked cock, Rylin’s eyes fluttered shut. “Oh yes. Yes!”
Damn right.
Six weeks later, Rylin stood in the bathroom staring down at a positive pregnancy test. She stared at the word “Pregnant” like it was written in a foreign language. “You have got to be kidding me.”
I leaned in the doorway, smug as hell, my arms folded over my chest. I wasn’t even gonna try to pretend I wasn’t ecstatic that she was pregnant again.
She looked at me, pale and wide-eyed, then glared. “Stop being so cocky. This is all your fault.”
I said nothing, just raised a single eyebrow.
She exhaled. “Okay. It might be a little my fault.”