Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“You do know how babies are made, right?”
She laughs nervously. “I do.”
I grip her hips, feeling her move in my palms. This is heaven. It gets no better than this.
“This probably isn’t the place to talk about this,” she says, biting her bottom lip.
“Actually, I think this is the place to talk about everything. All of our meetings now take place with you on top of me while I’m buried inside you.”
She laughs.
“What’s up?” I ask.
She plants her hands on my pecs and looks me in the eye. I run my hands over her smooth skin and cup her ass.
“Talk to me,” I say, bending forward and sucking one of her nipples.
“I can’t think when you do that,” she moans.
I nip the bead and then pull away. “Fine.”
“Hang with me through this.”
I flex my hips, pressing my cock as deep as it’ll go inside her. “I’m hanging.”
“I’m on birth control. So the odds that I’ll get pregnant aren’t great.”
“Okay.”
“And we’ve already discussed that we’re both free from diseases, right?”
“Yeah,” I say, pushing in again.
She leans forward and presses a sweet kiss against my lips.
“We’ve been together, officially or unofficially, for a month or so,” she says, a twinkle in her eye. “And I don’t want to move in with you … yet.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get to the point so I can bend you over this bed.”
She giggles. “I want to have a baby.”
I stop moving. What the fuck did she just say?
I think my eyeballs nearly fall out of my head. My core temperature just increased by one hundred degrees. Holy fucking shit.
“Your baby specifically,” she says. “I’m not in a hurry, obviously, because I don’t even want to live here yet. But the more I’m around your family, the more I want my own family. I want to change the script and have a bunch of little Banks and Saras running around, driving your brothers nuts.”
I clear my throat. “Did you just tell me you want me to knock you up?”
She nods, grinning. “Not like today. Like I said, I’m still on birth control. I want to take things easy between us and not put pressure on anything—just enjoy the process. But I do want to have a houseful of your kids and marry you and live here … eventually.”
Now, that is heaven. Sara, me, our kids … maybe some chickens.
“My cock is so hard that if you move, I’ll come. I swear it.” I grab her hips. “Don’t move or I’ll come in you, Sara.”
She laughs, amused by my reaction.
“This isn’t funny. You don’t tell a man who’s obsessed with you that you want him to impregnate you. That’s hot as fuck.”
“So is that a yes?”
“How about this?” I start to move but feel the impending explosion and stop. “My answer to everything is yes. If you want to get married—pick a day and tell me where to be. If you want to finally move in—tell me when to get your shit. If you want to have a baby—climb on this dick and ride it.” I smile at her. “I’m here for it all with you. On your timeline. When you’re ready, I’m already there.”
She presses off my chest and smiles. If love isn’t what she’s looking at me with, then I’ve never seen it before.
Slowly, she turns her hips into a circle, grinding her pussy against my cock.
“Sara …” I groan, my jaw flexing as I try to hold it back. “I mean it.”
She switches direction, moving a little faster.
“Dammit,” I say, squeezing her hips so hard I expect her to yelp.
“Come in me, Banks.”
Done.
She meets me push for push, flex for flex. She fucks me as I growl into the air, filling her with my come. As I swell inside her, she screams, rocking against me as she rides out her own orgasm.
I try to keep my eyes open, desperate to watch her take me like this for the first time. But the climax is too sharp, too powerful, that I squeeze my eyes shut and let the sensation take over.
She falls into a heap on my chest, sucking in ragged breaths. I wrap my arms around her and hold her on my chest.
“You are literal perfection,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “I mean it.”
She hugs me, her cheeks pressed against my pectoral muscle. “I love you.”
She could say it a million times—a billion times a day—and I’d never get sick of hearing her saying those words.
“I love you,” I say, running my fingers through her hair.
Something starts buzzing under my ass. I fish around until I pull it out.
Request from *KixxDaddy for the amount of $1000.00 for the drinks you half finished, aka wasted, throughout your life. Consider this a deal.
I laugh and then turn off my phone.
“What do you want to do today?” she asks me. “I start at Petterson tomorrow, so I want to use the day to the best of my advantage.”