Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
For every minute I had to chase her, I tortured her with pleasure, taking her to the brink of orgasm but not letting her come. And I was a man of my word, so the pale flesh of her ass cheeks was cherry red.
“Booker!” Alara cried out when my hand landed on her ass again, the skin already raw and sensitive. Looking at me over her shoulder with needy gray eyes, she whimpered, “Please, I can’t take any more.”
“It’s been too fucking long,” I groaned as I finally gave in and sank my dick into my mate’s hot, tight pussy.
“Mmm,” Alara hummed in agreement, her inner muscles clenching around my girth.
We’d had sex just the night before, but she knew exactly what I meant.
“Fuck, you feel good. You’re squeezing me so damn tight I can barely breathe.”
I held her hips in a bruising grip as I began to move.
“Oh, Booker. Yes, yes!” Her body tensed, her channel milking my cock as I sped up. “Harder!”
“Fuck, kitten,” I gritted through clenched teeth. “Even pregnant, you’re always begging to be filled.”
“I need to come, Booker.”
The base of my spine tingled, and I knew I wasn’t gonna last much longer either.
I pulled out and swiftly flipped us over, settling her astride my body. “Spread your thighs, kitten. I want to see where my baby is growing while I make you come.”
She did as she was told, sinking back down on my cock with her legs open wide, giving me a perfect view of my shaft sliding into her pink, swollen heaven.
“Let go, kitten,” I growled.
Alara dropped her head back and screamed my name as she shattered. The spasms rippled around my dick, pushing me over the edge.
Afterward, I cuddled her close and ran my fingertips lightly down her back, then gently cupped her ass. She let out a little hiss of pain, glaring at me when she spotted the smirk on my lips.
I raised a brow, silently reminding her that she only had herself to blame.
Her shoulders slumped, and she sighed. “Yeah, yeah.”
I chuckled as she settled back into my embrace.
“Rest for a bit, kitten.” I brushed a light kiss against her temple. “You’ll need your strength for what I have planned.”
“I’m intrigued,” she whispered with a cute little giggle.
“Well, first, I intend to explore and worship every inch of your delectable body, and probably drive you a little wild before I make you come over and over.”
Sometimes, I had to blink and ask myself if all of this was real. If fate had really given me this perfect mate, our three amazing children with another on the way, and a life I had never imagined for myself.
But the bond between us was my reality check. It was stronger than ever and reminded me that we belonged to each other.
Before I finally let her sleep, we whispered the words that had become a nightly ritual.
“Love you, kitten.”
“I love you too, Booker.”
“I’d burn the world down before I let anyone decide you’re not mine.”
Bexley is up next in Her Polar!