Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I fight a groan, lids fluttering as the words hit full force, dragging so hard between my legs that my balls feel bruised.
When I’m finally able to speak again, I rasp, “No. That’s not it. But that’s…something.”
“Something?” she asks.
“Something that makes me need your panties off. Now.”
Her eyes flash as I surge over her, reaching for her underwear and jerking them down her thighs. “Wow. I love it when you’re all hot and bothered and desperate to get me pregnant.”
“You’re already pregnant,” I remind her.
“Well, don’t let that stop you,” she says, gasping as I drag her legs farther apart. “I think you can get me pregnant again if you believe in yourself and really try.”
“I’m going to do more than try,” I promise as I shift lower on the mattress. By the time the smell of her hits my nose, I’m growling low in my throat, like some kind of pussy starved animal.
“Yes, please,” she says, her fingers diving into my hair. “I need you to kiss me, Blue. I need it so much.”
I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh, lips open against her hot skin, eyes sliding closed for a beat as I thank every star in the sky for aligning the way it did. So, I could be the man in this woman’s bed. So that it’s my name she chants as she bucks into my mouth, squirming on my tongue as she gets closer to the edge.
She’s so soaked, so swollen and ready that by the time I seal my lips around her clit and suck, she’s there. Her back arches off the mattress as she screams her orgasm to the ceiling, loud and wild. There’s no hand over her mouth tonight. No Clover down the hall. Just the sound of her pleasure, uncensored, unrestrained.
And damn, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to my ears.
So good, I instantly need to hear it again.
I slide two fingers into her heat, groaning as her pussy clenches around me, welcoming the invasion. “Ready to go again?” I whisper, as she rocks against my hand, urging me on. “Can you come for me again, baby, or is it too soon?”
The sound she makes as she writhes beneath me, hands shaking as her nails dig into the back of my neck, goes straight to my dick, making it leak inside the prison of my boxer briefs.
“Not too soon, it’s not too soon,” she chants, hooking her thigh over my shoulder, pinning me closer. “But harder, baby. Please, harder. I need you deeper. Harder. It’s okay, I promise.”
I work her with my mouth and hand, giving her the sharp finger-fucking her hips demand, until her entire body starts to tremble.
Quake.
She comes again with a long, tortured sound of pleasure that probably carries to the whole damned building, but I don’t care.
Let them listen.
I’m the man who gets to be inside her the next time she comes, the man in her bed tonight and every night.
Chapter Nineteen
BLUE
Irock up onto my knees, tearing at the close of my jeans, hands shaking with how much I want her.
Need her.
“Yes, now. Inside me now,” Bea pants, rolling onto her side, gazing at me over her shoulder. “From behind? So, the baby isn’t in the way?”
“Yes,” I agree, shedding the rest of my clothes as quickly as possible.
Then, I’m behind her on my side, cradling her close. She reaches back, fingers digging into my thigh, clawing me closer as I guide my cock into her slickness. And fuck, the feel of her against the tip of me is nearly enough. Nearly enough to end this in an instant.
I curse. Exhale. Hold my lungs empty until they start to burn.
Only then, when I’m good and distracted by the ache in my chest, do I push in—slow, agonizingly slow, torturing us both. But it’s sweet. Damn, it’s sweet…almost as sweet as the sound of my name wrenching from her throat as her head falls back against my shoulder.
“Good, baby?” I ask, kissing her temple.
“So good,” she says, a shiver working through her as I bottom out. “And I love it when you call me baby.”
“I love it when you tell me I’ve been a good boy,” I confess, the words out before I can second-guess them.
She glances back again. I can’t see her face from this position, but I hear the smile in her voice as she asks, “You do? Really?”
“Really. I like you bossy. Bossy and telling me how to please you.” I pull out, then glide back in, still slow, still careful. She’s so tight it’s almost painful, a velvet vise clutching every inch of me. “And I like knowing I’ve made the boss happy.”
“You make the boss very happy,” she says, arching into my next thrust with a moan. “But I like it when you’re the boss, too. And I love it when you can’t control yourself. When you want me so much, you’re rough with me, and fuck me like a freight train. Like on your kitchen table the first night.”