Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I buck into her, over and over. With each thrust, I grow closer to my release. It feels right being inside Sher. We belong together. It’s written in the stars.
“Camilo, oh God,” she cries out, her nails scoring the flesh on my shoulders.
Rolling onto my back, I take her with me, loving the way she squeals and clenches around my dick. Staring up at her, I admire this gorgeous woman. Her tits are perky and bounce with each time she rocks her body along my dick. I can’t help but stare at her rosy nipples, craving to suck on each one until she begs for reprieve.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp out. “Look how wet you get my dick, abejita.”
She looks down at the way her pussy leaves a creamy trail each time she rises up. I love the way her cunt stretches to accept my thickness. It makes me want to make her fuck me like this every time so I can watch the way our bodies come so easily together.
I take her clit between my thumb and finger, rolling it in a teasing way. Her cunt is like a fist around my dick, squeezing each time. If she continues that, I won’t last long. I never last long with this girl, which is really fucking embarrassing, but it just means I get to fuck her more frequently.
“Touch your pretty tits, Sher. My hands are busy.”
Her hooded eyes drop to mine as she obeys. Small hands caress the flesh and tease the nipples. I grip her thigh with one hand and massage her clit with the other. We work together to bring us both right to the brink of orgasm at the same time. The moment she loses it and cries out, I forget where I am or who I am. I simply give in to the pleasure, bucking into her hard from beneath her. My balls tighten and then I explode with my release, a guttural growl escaping me. I’ve barely finished shooting my load inside her when I pull her against my chest so I can hold her.
This fucking girl.
Feels so damn perfect in my arms and on my cock.
She’s the forever kind.
And she’s crying.
Seriously, what the hell?
It all comes crashing back to me. The desire to talk about something heavy. A weird vibe settling around us. It makes me think of her mom and what she went through.
Is Sheridan sick?
Oh my fucking God.
No.
I won’t accept that shit.
Not in a million years.
She’s healthy and mine. We’re about to start our life together.
“Camilo,” she murmurs, sitting up and sliding off my softening dick. “We still need to talk.”
Ignoring her, I slip out of the bed and rush into the bathroom. I wet a rag and bring it back to the room to clean her up. Once she’s no longer messy with my cum, I clean off my dick and then toss the rag to the floor.
“Why are you dressing?” she asks a moment later.
I realize I’ve already yanked on my boxers and jeans. “I, uh, I don’t know.”
With a wobbling lip, she pulls the blanket up around her, covering her nakedness from me. “Listen…”
I pull my shirt on and then throw on my shoes. Running my fingers through my hair, I start pacing. “Talk, Sheridan.”
She flinches. “I like when you call me Sher.”
I stop moving to cross my arms over my chest. “Please,” I beg, “just stop torturing me and come out with it.”
“Come here,” she croaks.
I walk over to her and stop when my knees hit the bed. She grabs onto my wrist like that might keep me from running away.
“I’m meticulous,” she says absently. “Everything is by the calendar. Without fail. I don’t forget things. My schedule is my life.”
“Okay…”
“But I rescheduled something. Forgot to go back. Completely spaced.” Her eyes water with tears. “You have to believe me. I would never do something like that intentionally.”
“Are you sick?”
Her brows furrow and I hate that I know it’s because she’s thinking about her mom. It’s written all over her face. “No.”
“Thank fuck.”
“If you don’t want to stay, I’ll understand. It’ll be okay. I don’t want you to feel trapped.”
Trapped?
She draws my palm to her stomach. “I went to town with Araceli the other day when she had her doctor appointment. I’d missed my period. I wanted to rule it out. Problem is, there was no ruling it out. I’m pregnant, Camilo. With your baby.”
My baby?
I stare at her in shock. “What? How?”
“We didn’t use protection. I’d had the shot, but I was due for another one. I never went and got it. It completely slipped past me. I’m so sorry.”
Gently, I pull my hand from hers, taking a step back. I scrub my palm over my face and shake my head in disbelief.
“Say something,” she whispers.
“I need to…” I take another step back and then another. “I need to…”