Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“Yes, Cameron.” Her tone is practically begging me. I press my cock into her sweet hole and feel it open to accept me, coating my crown in her slick juices. With a deep breath, I clench my teeth and focus as I thrust my bare cock into her dripping cunt. It’s like paradise.
Tighter than my fist gripping my shaft, softer than the most exquisite silk. I want to make sweet love to her, but I can’t hold back. I fuck her roughly. I want her to be so sore so that every time she sits down, she thinks of me. Every stroke feels like a promise—the sound of our future in her moans echoing off concrete.
She lets out a mewl that goes straight to my center. I grab her by the hair and tilt her head back, exposing the soft flesh of her throat, which I kiss with a starving passion. My lips move down her chest, and I suck each of her nipples, feeling them harden against my tongue. I reach down and grab both of her thighs and bend her legs back over her shoulders, giving me the deepest penetration possible.
“Tell me, baby. Do you want to be with me for the rest of your life?” Her jaw is open as she nods her head, and I feel a kingly sense of pride come over me. “That’s right. I’ll never leave you. I’ll keep breeding you until we have a family that fills a whole house.”
Her pussy tightens as she listens, and I pump faster. She moans, reaches up, and wraps both her arms around my neck.
“Tell me that’s what you want, Katie. Tell me you want to be the mother of my children.”
“Yes, Cameron,” she moans, bucking her hips into my thrusts. “I want to be the mother of your children.”
“Are you going to come with me? I’m so close, baby. I just can’t hold out any longer.”
“I’m close too, Daddy.” She nods. “Let’s come together.”
I kiss her deeply, rocking my length all the way inside her, keeping her legs pinned back against her shoulders. She’s taking every inch I have to give, just like the good girl she is. She was built for me. Only me.
When I go off, she goes off too, the walls of her pussy clamping down on my shaft, sealing us together. Her body shakes, and she breaks our kiss as her mouth opens and she lets out the sexiest moan that takes my orgasm to a whole new level.
I bury my cock in her and empty my balls, filling her with my cum, visions of our future together flashing through my mind. My heart pounds heavily in my ears, and I gasp for breath as my climax wracks me hard—so hard that I forget where I am. When I open my eyes again, all I see is her.
After I’ve shot every last drop of my seed into her fertile hole, I slump down on her and take her into my arms. “You have to be pregnant now, baby. And you know what that makes you?”
“What?” she whispers.
“Mine.”
My heart pounding, I reach into my pants pocket and pull out a small velvet box. The sound of it opening causes Katie to open her eyes, and when she sees the diamond engagement ring sitting inside, she almost bursts into tears.
“Katie Mitchell, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” All she can do is nod. But that’s more than I need. I slip the ring onto her finger and plant a kiss on her lips. “Now everyone will know you belong to me.”
She giggles, breathless and crying, her fingers aimlessly tracing the lines of my back. Outside, the sun rises over our new shop, and for the first time, everything feels perfect.
8
CAMERON
Grease is embedded in the lines of my fingers, a permanent tattoo of honest work. The invoice Katie finished this morning sits perfect on my workbench–her handwriting neat, precise, and nothing like the chaos of the trailer park she comes from. She’s taken up her administrative position at the garage like she was born to it, transforming my scattered receipts into something resembling an actual business.
The satisfaction sits warm and heavy in my chest, but somehow dangerous, like a loaded weapon.
Through the office window, I watch her gathering suppliers’ catalogs, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in focused concentration. Fluorescent light sparkles off the ring I placed on her finger a week ago. A week of her wearing my claim, showing the world she belongs to me.
Her scent has spread through the place, adding a sweet femininity to a place soaked in oil and grease. Her moans still play back in my mind every time I think about when I had her on her back on the floor, showing her just how good she could take it.