Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “You’re such a pretty little distraction.”
She hums around my cock, continuing to bob her head up and down, and I tighten my hold on her hair, close to coming down her throat. But then I remember my mission to get her pregnant before she gets on birth control, and I yank her head up.
“Hey!” She pouts like I just took away her favorite snack as I lift her onto my desk, not giving a shit that her ass is crumpling all the files I have laid out in front of me.
I yank her yoga pants and underwear down her legs and then shove two fingers inside her cunt.
“Fuck, woman, you’re drenched. Does sucking my cock turn you on?”
“You already know it does,” she says, glaring at me because I didn’t let her finish.
I pump my fingers in and out of her, then curl them up, hitting the spot that I know will set her off. I usually prefer to take my time, but I need to get back to my meeting, and I want her to get off before I shove my cock inside her and hopefully fuck a baby into her.
Within a few strokes, she drops her head against my chest and comes all over my fingers, using me to stifle her moans.
“Such a good girl,” I say, pulling my fingers out and sucking on them. “You taste so damn good. Later, I’m going to feast on this pussy.”
I pull her legs toward me, forcing her head and back to hit the desk, and then I line up my cock at her opening. It’s glistening from her orgasm, and I know despite my size, I’ll slide in easily.
I waste no time thrusting into her warm, wet cunt, and then I drop on top of her, caging her in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and her fingers around my biceps to hold on, and then she throws her head back with a loud moan.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel the way you fit so perfectly around me, your cunt gripping my cock?”
“God, yes,” she moans. “Please, Dom, fuck me harder.”
Recently, she started calling me Dom. I’ve never been given a nickname, never allowed anyone in enough for them to give me one—aside from Matteo, who has called me bro our entire lives, despite me telling him not to because it sounds unprofessional. I didn’t think I’d like her calling me anything other than my name, but I do. I like that she feels comfortable enough to give me a nickname.
I sit back on my knees and, gripping her hips, increase my pace, fucking her hard and fast. Her cunt clenches around me, choking my cock like a vise. Then, she climaxes again, her eyes rolling upward while she screams my name, unable to hold back. I allow myself to let go, coming deep inside her, coating her walls with my seed.
When our breathing has somewhat slowed, she sits up on her elbows and looks at me. “I need to find a clinic. You’re on a damn mission to get me pregnant.”
I chuckle and pull out, watching as my cum dribbles out of her pretty pink pussy. “Yeah, I am,” I admit, using two fingers to push my cum back inside her. “But you don’t need to go to a clinic.” I glance back up at her, tuck myself back into my pants, and then step in between her thighs, helping her sit all the way up. “I added you and Damien to my insurance. You have full coverage, so you can go to a proper doctor.”
She releases a soft gasp, and I give her a quizzical look, unsure of what caused her reaction.
“We’ve never had insurance before,” she says softly. “The companies I worked for never offered it, or it was too expensive, but I made too much to qualify for any assistance.”
“I told you that I would make sure you both have everything you want and need, and I meant it.”
“Including birth control?” She quirks a brow.
“Including birth control.”
“What’s the catch?” she asks.
“No catch. I would never tell you what to do with your body, but my hope is that I’ll knock you up before you get on birth control. The thought of you swollen with my baby growing inside of you has me wanting to live inside your sweet pussy until I knock you up.”
I cup her mound, and she laughs, shaking her head.
“You’re such a caveman.”
“Nah”—I palm the side of her face—“just a man who has finally found the woman he wants to spend his life with and doesn’t want to waste any more time.”
Her eyes sparkle, and I know whatever is about to come out of her mouth will be something sarcastic.
“Well, I already had one baby out of wedlock, and I’m not planning to do it again,” she sasses.