Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“We can’t…we can’t fuck here,” I rasp, licking the shell of her ear, burying my face in her fragrant hair and groaning at the light, innocent smell. “Out in the open. We can’t…”
“Kiss me, Theo. It’s okay.”
“I…” My heart is slamming up against my eardrums. Or is that gunfire? I don’t know. I don’t fucking know, but the horrific soundtrack of war fades slightly when I feel her breath on my mouth. And I just sort of sink myself into the mouth she’s offering, plumes of light streaking across my vision at the warmth and delicacy of her lips. How her thighs seem to settle wider as I fall further into the whimpering slants of her mouth. “Did you come all the way here for a fuck, baby?” I mutter, gripping her jaw in my hand and turning her head, lapping at her pulse, that sleek column that holds so much life. “You must need it so bad.”
“I do,” she whispers, her fingers tunneling through my hair. “I need you.”
A rain of bullets whizzes past my ear and I tense up, my hand dropping to her throat and gripping it hard. “Stay quiet.”
I don’t realize my eyes are closed until I open them to assure myself she’s nodding. And her eyes are gorgeous, but they’re full of trepidation. Obviously. We’re in enemy territory. She’s not safe. But…God. I shift my hips around, and it’s enough movement to feel the heat of her cunt through my jeans. Enough to know she’s not wearing any underwear.
“Did you come here to get pregnant?” I’m just so confused as to why she would risk her life to come visit me in the middle of hell. It makes no sense. Unless… “Are you ovulating? Is that why you took this risk, July?”
She’s trying to answer, but she can’t because my hand is locked around her throat.
She’s pulling at my fingers, her eyes widening in alarm.
Denial spears me on an intake of breath, and I loosen my grip slightly.
“Th-Theo—” she gasps.
“We’re going to have to make it fast,” I mutter, lowering a hand to unzip my jeans, huffing and puffing while I fish my aching dick out of the denim, not daring to stroke it, lest I spill a drop anywhere but her pussy. “You came here so fertile for Daddy, didn’t you?”
I press the head of my shaft to her gash, rubbing it up and over her clitoris, my muscles flexing with gratification when she sobs my name. “Daddy.”
A shudder passes through my balls, and they turn to lead, full of painful, molten lust. I know damn well I could come without a single thrust. I could simply let her name pass through my head and my admiration of her would splatter between her spread legs. But she’s here to breed. She made this risky trip to get on her back for me, so I could mate her and that’s now my only reason for breathing. Impregnating her is the mission.
“I can’t play too much or I’ll explode.”
“I know,” she whispers, opening her mouth for my tongue, taking it with the eager mewls of a virgin. “I love…”
“You love what?” I say, tonguing her mouth crudely, the head of my cock nestling into her sopping wet entrance, trying to widen it for that first sacred pump.
Her eyes are half mast, but they’re showing enough of her iris to see the dark sparkle of excitement. “I love those explosions.”
I can’t describe the sound I make. It’s a keen of arousal so steep, I might die of the impact when I come down. Temporarily, I let go of my cock, the weight of it sagging my hips, my fingers finding the slot among her slick flesh and knuckling my middle finger deep, jiggling her roughly, because I don’t have much longer. The enemy is closing in and she needs my sperm. “You come here with this tight cunt and ask for a quickie? I need hours, little girl. You’re barely taking my finger.”
There’s a commanding voice in the back of my head, warning me that I’m going to hurt her, that I’m being too rough with a virgin, but there’s also a hail of gunfire and shouts to take cover. There are plumes of dust and helos passing overhead. We’re in some kind of structure, but that doesn’t mean we’re safe. Nowhere is safe. And nowhere is safe enough for this sweet thing beneath me with her legs spread.
She’s not even safe with me.
I choke on that realization, even as I’m pressing a second finger deep, deep, deep, twisting my two digits in a one-eighty, again and again, while her pussy clenches around my knuckles, her breath catching like the sensation is new…and she likes it.
“You need your first fuck from your Daddy. Say it.”
“I need my first fuck from my Daddy,” she gasps.