Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
He starts to cover my body with his, his cock dragging along my thigh, but I can’t enjoy it because my mind is reeling. I press my lips together, my eyes widening, and I pray I don’t ruin this. “You can’t.”
He pauses, his eyes moving from my pussy to my face. “What?”
I chew on my lip. “I’m not on birth control,” I tell him, my heart knocking into my ribs. “I haven’t had sex with anyone in almost eighteen years.”
His brows shoot to his hairline, and I wonder where his hat went. Wow, not the thought I’m supposed to be having, but he was wearing the hat my boys got him. He cages my head between his hands as he leans in, his cock throbbing against my center. It feels so good, and I want him deep inside me, but we’re going to need a condom.
“So, while I don’t want to talk right now, I’d rather be fucking deep inside you, I need more than just that statement.” I bite my lip as his eyes search mine. “You and that bastard you thought you should marry didn’t have sex?”
Well, that was a loaded sentence. I shake my head. “No. After I had the boys, he said he couldn’t feel anything when he was inside me. He didn’t like the way my stomach was stretched out, which is why I got a tummy tuck. He even tried to get the plastic surgeon to ‘put an extra few stitches’ in my pussy when I was under since he didn’t think the female doctor gave me enough.”
I didn’t expect tears to burn my eyes or for my nose to burn as I admitted that to Dean. I’ve never told anyone that. Not even Missy and Sadie. At the time, they weren’t moms, and I didn’t think they’d understand my woes. I was scared and allowed Stratford to say those things about me. I accepted that he didn’t want me, so I got comfortable on my knees for him. I learned later his behavior was a form of abuse, and the blow jobs stopped. By then, though, he was getting it from his side piece, so I doubt he cared.
Dean doesn’t say a word, and when I look up into his beautiful face, it’s full of fury. His brows are drawn in tight, forming a little slit in the middle of his forehead. His mouth is set in a sneer, and his eyes are dark. “Kenni—”
I wave him off. “It’s fine. Just get a condom.”
He drops his weight onto me, cupping my face and pressing his nose to mine. Doing so forces me to look into his eyes, and the sight I see almost has me falling apart. “You didn’t deserve that. Your pussy is absolutely perfect, and I’m going to fill it in the best way. It’s not your fault he was a small-dicked fucker who couldn’t get you off, but I’m not and I can.” He kisses me then, hard and full of need. I bask in his kiss, in the feel of his body against mine. My nipples are tickled by the hair on his chest, his cock is still hard and throbbing pressed into my center, and I can’t help but rub myself against him. He groans against my mouth, and I smile as he pulls back to grin down at me. He kisses my nose then my top lip before rising up on his knees and reaching into his nightstand. I drink in the tattoos on his arm and how his abs flex and roll as he moves. Then I take in the baseball bat between his legs. He’s not only big; he’s thick and leaking for me.
He’s right. There is no comparison.
Dean is way more man than Stratford could ever pretend to be.
I lick my lips before sinking my teeth into the bottom one as I watch him roll the condom down his length. When he’s sheathed, his hungry gaze moves over my body, and he drinks me in. His gaze is like hot licks of flames, and I’m greedy for that expression on his face.
“I love the way you look at me,” I whisper as he wraps one of my legs around his hip.
His eyes meet mine, heat and need in his gaze as he notches his cock to my entrance. “Darlin’, I don’t want to look anywhere but at you.”
Then he thrusts, and I almost come off the bed at the intrusion. Shit, did I regrow a hymen, because that hurts. I don’t think he’s gonna fit. He’s so big, I instantly clench up, which has him hissing in the best way. Through gritted teeth, he practically begs, “Darlin’, breathe for me. Let me in.”
“It’s too much.”
“Let me fill you.”
Our eyes lock, and the intensity in his eyes has me panting. Or it’s the huge cock destroying my pussy. A whimper leaves my lips as he pushes in again, a grin pulling up the side of his mouth. “That’s it, my good girl. Look at you, taking my cock in your perfect pussy.”