Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I cry out. “I mean, I think so.”
He scrutinizes me, looking into my eyes as if he’s trying to see into my soul. I’m too elated about my discovery to pay too much attention to his wariness. Maybe he’s already thinking about the security nightmare of protecting me if I’m out on the streets, working in a different part of the city.
Needing to set him at ease, I splay my palm over his chest. “It can be a half-day job to start with. I still want to be here for Noah until he goes to school.”
Dante nods, but the gesture is tense. He kisses my forehead. “We’ll see.”
Now that I’ve made a choice, I’m impatient to act on it. It’s a hasty decision, but at least I made one, and that feels like huge progress. I haven’t made any big decisions since I woke up with a part of my memory missing.
It’s still early, and Noah won’t be up for another hour, but I know Dante. He won’t go back to sleep. We may as well use the time we have alone.
He watches me through hooded eyes when I get onto my knees and straddle him. He steadies me with his hands on my hips as I pull down his pajama bottoms to free his cock. He’s hard and thick, the broad head already glistening with pre-cum. The sight is hot, the knowledge that he wants me intoxicating.
I want to get rid of my panties, but when I make a move to stand, he tightens one hand on my hip and dips the other beneath my nightdress. He goes straight for the kill, holding my gaze with smoldering heat burning in his as he presses his fingers on my clit. I jerk in response to the touch. Pleasure fires through my nerve-endings. Reading me to gauge my reaction, he rubs in circles.
When he traces my opening through the silk of my panties, he finds me wet. Approval and possessive satisfaction set into his features. My pulse spikes when he fists his fingers in the elastic and twists his wrist. The fabric pulls tight against my clit, the stimulation almost too much. The ripping of fabric sounds as he tears the underwear off my body.
He lifts the torn scrap of silk to his nose and inhales deeply. Knowing this turns him on only makes me wetter. Gripping the base of his cock, I position the crest at my entrance. I hold on to his shoulder for balance as I lower myself slowly onto him. I’m still sore from last night, but the way he fills me feels so good that I want to make the moment last.
Once I’ve taken him fully, I move.
“Tatiana,” he growls, brushing the hair from my cheeks and cupping my face.
When I rotate my hips, he utters a groan and slides his hands down my sides before locking them around my waist.
I arch my back, showing him how good he makes me feel. He reciprocates by clamping his teeth on a nipple through the silk of my nightdress, gently nipping the tip. After giving the other breast the same treatment, he stretches one hand over my back and the other around my nape, holding me in place as he kisses me as if there’s no tomorrow.
We break the kiss when I increase my pace. He allows me to set the rhythm, content to let his gaze roam my face and breasts. He only takes over when I tell him I’m close.
Burrowing his fingers in my waist, he bounces me in his lap until I cry out my release.
“That’s my good girl,” he says in a low, husky voice. “Such a needy girl, coming all over my dick.” He lifts me off him. “Look at the mess you’ve made.”
My cheeks burn at his dirty talk, but I’ve always liked it.
He reaches over and takes a condom from his nightstand drawer. Always enjoying watching him, I get ready for the show, but once he’s torn the packet open, he hands me the condom.
His command is gruff. “Put it on me.”
I’ve never done this before, not that I can remember. We didn’t use condoms when we started sleeping together. He never made a secret of the fact that he wanted to make me pregnant.
I take his hard, warm flesh in my hands. His cock jerks at the contact. I battle a bit to roll on the condom, but he doesn’t help me. He watches my face, letting me struggle.
When I’ve finally managed, he spins me around so that I’m on my knees, facing the headboard. He pushes me down with a hand on my back and lifts the nightdress up to my waist.
I grip the headboard, bracing myself, but I’m still not prepared for the stretch or the pleasure as he slides his length inside me, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt.