Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Taking my length, I rubbed the head along her needy hole, and she pressed back, causing the first two inches to be sucked into the tight promise of heaven.
“Rome, please. Fuck me hard…talk dirty.”
My lips quirked, and I dug my fingers into her sides before sinking my cock deep with one hard thrust.
“OH GOD, YES!” Salem screamed, throwing her head back.
I reached up and grabbed her hair, keeping her arched like that, then began driving inside the hot, satiny sheath as it squeezed me tight when it contracted from pleasure.
“Is this what you wanted? Hungry little cunt wanted my cock to stretch it?” I growled, already feeling my balls tighten.
“Yes!”
She began to meet my thrusts, causing her ass to bounce and slap against my skin. That sight had me right on the brink of exploding. The tingle was there, warning me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off it.
“Ah fuck,” I groaned from the pleasure humming through me. “Make that naughty pussy squirt all over my cock.”
“Oh, oh.”
Her release came with a hot gush, and I slapped my palm on the stone wall in an attempt to steady myself just before my cock pulsed, then shot my load, filling her.
“FUUUCK, BABY! GAH—DAMN!” came out with a roar as the only high I’d ever need claimed me.
I felt Salem start to sag and wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her up. After a few deep gasps for air, I backed up, taking her with me to sit on the built-in bench. I didn’t want to pull out yet, but she needed to be held. She sank down onto my lap and leaned back against me.
Without saying anything, I used my knee to spread open her legs. If my cock couldn’t stay buried in her, I at least could feel my cum coating her cunt.
“That was…” she said breathlessly.
“The hottest fuck of my life,” I finished for her. “I like you frantic for my cock, but it does make me blow faster.”
She let out a small laugh. “I was frantic. When you started rubbing me with the body wash, it sent me to the very edge of an orgasm and held me there. Dangling. I was considering shoving you down and climbing on to get what I needed.”
With one hand, I brushed her hair back so I could see the side of her face, and with the other, I used two fingers to play with her cunt, pushing the semen trying to leak out back inside.
“Anytime you need to climb on top of me and use my cock, it’s yours. Solely yours and at your disposal twenty-four/seven.”
She giggled, and that sound had never been sweeter.
24
Salem
“Try to relax,” Rome whispered huskily in my ear, making me think of things that weren’t appropriate at the moment.
I took a deep breath and nodded, unclenching my hands and laying them flat on the tops of my thighs, which were covered by the thin sheet and hospital robe I’d been given to change into. His hand ran up and down my back in a reassuring caress as he kissed my temple, cheek, and beneath my ear. I shivered, finding myself get distracted. If that was his plan, it was working.
The door to the room opened, and I sat up straight, but Rome didn’t move away as quickly as I’d have liked. I knew my face was flushed as I met the doctor’s eyes. Rome kept his hand on me, but at least he’d stopped kissing and nuzzling me.
“Sorry, that took longer than I expected. I wanted to go over the medical records your previous doctors had sent before we moved forward, seeing as that you are indeed pregnant.” Dr. Lang smiled.
I was sure, at that news, he was used to seeing happy responses from his patients.
He was a high-risk OB-GYN who was so sought after that Rome had asked Liam to see if Blaise Hughes could pull any strings to get me an appointment with him. There was a wait list, but hours after Rome had called Liam, we’d received a call from one of his nurses, asking if we could come in the next day at three.
I took a deep breath and smiled, but the fear was more powerful than the happiness. I was terrified to allow myself to feel joy about this. I knew how that ended.
“You were seen at Brigham the last two times,” he said. “That’s one of the best high-risk facilities in the country.”
My heart sank, and I tried to nod. I already knew that. If they couldn’t help me, how could he? That was what he meant, and I wanted to burst into tears at the unfairness of it.
“That being said, I have no doubts about the reports I have from your physician there, but I will still treat this as I would a pregnancy that is in fact high risk.”