Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
She presses a kiss to my jaw. “People have babies in New York City all the time without air filtration systems.”
“Yeah, but doesn’t mean it would be bad for it to be breathing better quality air. And you. It’s living inside you at the moment.” I glance down to her stomach and slide my hand over her shirt.
“I love you,” she says. “Let’s get married. Like next week or something. I know we said we’d wait, but I’m done waiting. I want to be your wife.”
I take in a deep breath. “I love you too. I’ll figure out the paperwork. I love you so much. And I’m going to love our baby so much. All our babies.”
“Let’s just start with one,” she says. “But . . . ”
“But?” I prompt.
“But we could like . . . practice for a second.” Her cheeks flush and she pulls at the buttons on my shirt. “Like right here? Now?”
I stop her hand. “But you’re pregnant.”
“And horny,” she says. “Like I want you so bad right now. All this talk of air filtration systems has me—” She takes my hand and puts it between her thighs. “Ready.”
I harden against her—It’s hard not to, but I can’t be putting my own selfish needs above hers. “You should rest.”
She shakes her head and pulls her t-shirt off. “No. I need you to fuck me. So badly.”
There’s never a moment I don’t want to fuck Rosey, but when she’s squirming on my lap, half naked, it’s difficult to think about anything else.
She pulls open my buttons and unhooks my belt. “Right here,” she says. “We’ve not done it on here.”
“You sure it’s okay? Maybe I should Google it.”
“I already did,” she says, unsnapping her bra. “It’s perfectly safe.” Her breasts drop from her bra and I’m done. There’s no way I can resist her any more. I knead them together, groaning at the sight of the delicate, flesh overflowing in my hands. She slips of my lap just as I reach for her nipple with my tongue.
“I need you so deep in me,” she says, pulling off her jeans. “Please, Byron.”
I shrug off my shirt and as I stand, she pulls at my jeans, bringing them down to my ankles. She looks at my straining cock and her eyes close in a slow blink, like she’s remembering how it feels in her and is desperate for that sensation again. Her expression tips me over the edge and I spin her around so she’s facing my desk.
“Hold on,” I bark. Her hands fall onto the images of our new home in Star Falls.
I pull her hips back and knock her legs wide with my feet. If she wants to get fucked, I’m the only man to do it. I push the bottom of her back down a little. I want to get the perfect angle. Then, without warning or warm up, I shove my full length into her.
She gasps in relief and she’s never sounded sweeter. Never felt better, softer, wetter. Never felt more mine.