Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Yes.” I take her in as she walks towards where I’m sitting with her hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head and her face clean of makeup. The tank top and shorts she has on are both tight enough to give a glimpse of the slight roundness of her stomach. You’d have to be paying close attention to notice that she’s pregnant or know her intimately to see how much her body has changed over the last few weeks. And being well acquainted with every inch of her now, I’ve noticed every minute detail, from the change in the color of her nipples to how sensitive certain parts of her have gotten. “Three, right?” I smile as she removes the laptop off my lap and places it on the bedside table.
“Yes.” She climbs up onto the bed and straddles my lap. “But if you’re a little late, it’s okay.” Her soft hands slide up my chest and come to rest on my shoulders. “Before I see the doctor I have to have some blood drawn and that usually takes some time.”
“I won’t be late.”
“Well if you are it’s okay, I know you have meetings tomorrow.”
“I do, but I still won’t be late.” I circle her waist with my hands and slide them up under her tank, watching her pupils dilate.
“Do you need to work right now?” The question is soft and breathy, giving away the real question she wants to ask.
“Absolutely not.” I slide her tank top up her waist. I lose her smile as I tug the material over her head. Tossing it aside, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her forward so I can capture her mouth. Cupping her breast in my free hand, she gasps, and I pull back to scan my eyes over hers. “Sensitive?” I thumb her nipple.
“Very.” Her hips shift forward, dragging her covered pussy along my erection, and her breath hitches while my cock throbs. “Oh.” She whimpers, digging her nails into my skin when I lean forward and swirl my tongue around her nipple before dragging it into my mouth, tugging at the tight bud. “Dayton.”
Without letting her breast go, I slide my hand between us and pull the edge of her sleep shorts aside. She’s soaking wet, and as her tight heat wraps around my fingers, my mouth waters.
“Christ.” I let my head fall back on my shoulders. “I never know if I want to eat you or fuck you.” I slide my fingers in and out of her slowly, watching her eyes go half-mask while she bites down on her bottom lip. “What do you want, Franny?”
“You.” She plasters her tits against my chest while using her hands on my shoulders for leverage to ride my fingers. “Just you.”
“You have me.” I nip her bottom lip.
“I want you inside of me.”
“Lose the shorts and come back to me,” I order against her mouth, and she rolls away, kicking off her shorts while I get rid of my boxers. Sitting back against the headboard, I wrap my hand around my cock, and she licks her lips as she straddles my lap once more.
I bite back a curse when she cups her own breast before trailing one hand down her stomach.
“Let me see you touch yourself.”
“I want you to touch me.”
“I will.” I drop my eyes to her hand and watch her fingers slip between her folds while I slide my hand up and down my cock. “How does it feel?” I meet her gaze.
“Slippery.” A small smile forms on her lips when I groan. “Hot.”
“Let me taste.”
“I’m busy.” Her smile is wicked.
“Franny.”
“Dayton.” She pants, and I know she’s close to getting herself off.
Grabbing her wrist before she can, I bring her hand to my mouth, taking the two fingers she just had inside her sucking them clean. The sound she makes and the taste of her on my tongue has me biting back a curse.
“Always so fucking sweet.” I let her wrist go to grasp her hip to still her when she rubs her pussy along the length of my cock.
“Dayton.” Her nails dig into my chest. “Stop teasing.”
“Sorry, I’m busy.” I lean forward and pull her breast into my mouth as I tease her with the head of my cock, using the tip to circle her clit but not giving her enough friction to get her where she needs to go.
With a sound of frustration in the back of her throat, she slides her hands into my hair and pulls my mouth from her breast.
“You’re evil.” She covers my smiling mouth with hers.
Unable to hold back any longer, I grasp her by the hip and line myself up before I slowly guide her down my length. We both groan as she takes all of me; she’s impossibly tight and so fucking hot wrapped around me.