Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
I’m so wet that I’m dripping onto the floor between my legs. I’m soaked and my thighs are aching and all I want is for him to fill my pussy. But I know that if I’m patient, he’ll take me there too.
He continues thrusting into my mouth, saying the filthiest things as his big cock slides between my wet lips. My jaw aches and I’m one second away from my own release when he finally pulls out.
He yanks off his t-shirt and scoops me into his arms in one smooth motion. I’ve gained weight since Fiona, my curves becoming more pronounced. But he touches my rolls gently and reminds me that he loves them because they’re proof my body has carried his daughter.
He places me on the bed and stretches over me. It feels so right when we’re lying here together like this. He’s so burly and strong and his expression is pure male dominance. “I’m going to come in your cunt now and you’re going to like it, naughty girl.”
Without waiting for my response, he plunges into my tight hole so quickly that it leaves me gasping. He’s so big and so hard that even after our time together, it still takes me a second to adjust to his girth. I moan his name. “So full…so stretched…”
“Damn right. You’ll take every inch of me.” He reaches for my clit, stroking it roughly in just the way I like. “I’ll breed this womb. Get my baby in you tonight.”
I start to come with a scream, but he claps his hand over my mouth. It’s a habit we got into after having Fiona. I’m noisy during sex, so he automatically silences me. But I love it. I love how controlled it makes me feel.
His own release follows mine, his come filling me up and dripping down my thighs. I can only hope we did make a baby together. Walker is an amazing father with our daughter, and I’d love to give him a son he can dote on too.
“You took my big cock so well,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to my forehead. He pulls out and cradles me close for a long moment. I don’t just love our rough, explosive sex. I love the way he takes care of me after. He’s primal and sweet too.
“I like taking it for you.” We’ve had a lot of discussions about how much I enjoy it when he takes over in the bedroom and demands what he wants from my body. I love that he makes all the decisions because I feel safe when he’s in control.
“Going to take care of you now, kitten.” He picks me up and carries me into the bathroom where we shower together. Or more accurately, he bathes me then himself.
After we’re both clean, we settle at the kitchen table. He pulls me into his lap and feeds me from his plate. We talk and laugh in that quiet after-glow bubble.
“I want to give you sons,” I tell him after the meal. I stroke my hand down his beard. It’s getting long and I’ll need to trim it again.
The barber in town retired and there’s a woman working the barber shop now. Walker won’t go to her because he says there’s only one woman that gets to put her hands on him. I told him he was being ridiculous but secretly I like it. I like that he’s so dedicated to our marriage and family, so focused on what’s best for us.
“Sons, daughters, doesn’t matter to me,” Walker says. “As long as they’re healthy and happy like they’re pretty mama.”
“How do you know I’m happy?” I tease as I snuggle into his t-shirt. This is my happy place right here sitting in his lap with his arms around me.
He chuckles and the noise rumbles through his chest. “Because you purr when you’re happy. Why do you think I call you kitten?”
“I thought it was just one of those things you called me. Like the way I think you’re bossy.” I can hear his heartbeat and the slow, steady rhythm is the best sound in the world.
“Keep calling me bossy and I’ll show you who the boss is, sweetheart,” he threatens in that deep tone.
My pussy clenches and suddenly, dessert can wait. “Bossy, bossy, bossy.”
I’ve barely gotten the last word out before he tosses me over his shoulder and smacks my behind. “Sounds like someone needs a lesson.”
I laugh as he carries me back to our bedroom. He is bossy but he’s mine. My bossy cowboy that loves me completely and accepts me fully.