Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I walk out of the bathroom, hear a popping noise, and find Toren sitting on the edge of the unmade bed from this morning. The trash can from the bathroom sits between his spread thighs and he’s hunched over. The plastic blister back of my birth control crinkles in his big masculine hands.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
One tiny white pill at a time drops in the metal can with a hollow tink. I stand where I am, watching as he discards every last pill.
Toren has noticed I’m here, but he’s still yet to look up from his task, thumb moving with a small, satisfied grin on his face. I mentioned in passing a couple of weeks ago I was ready to start trying for a family. We’re settled, his artwork still flies off a gallery floor, website orders pour in, and he’s able to pick and choose when he’s ready to take said orders.
“Toren?” He looks up from his task.
“You said you were ready.” His voice is low, controlled, and makes my thighs quiver.
“I did,” I agree. His eyes lift to mine. The thought of moving leaves me. His gaze is sharp yet settled. This isn’t up for a debate. He’d win, and I’d give in, because he’s right. I’m ready. No, we’re ready.
“I’m not waiting on another cycle.” He drops the silver pack into the trash can. “Not waiting another damn day.” The air changes, he stands up, crossing the space between us, and pulls me in. No hesitation from either of us or questions that need to be answered.
“Okay.” His possessive strength warms me. His hand tugs at my towel, the fabric drops to the floor, and he’s gripping my hips, his thumb sliding along my lower abdomen.
“I want to see you,” he rasps. “I want to see you completely while I’m putting my baby in you.” He steps further into my space. My back meets the wall, and all I can do is hold on. My hands travel up the length of his chest, finding purchase on his strong shoulders.
When his lips claim mine, all gentleness is gone, and I’m all for it. He tastes like salt and desperation, like the unfiltered need of a man who’s got his future in the palm of his hands. Toren lifts me up, my legs wrap around his waist, and it’s then that I notice he’s lost his shorts somewhere along the way. He’s as naked as me.
“Tor,” I breathe between our tongues tangling in a rhythm that matches the frantic beat of our hearts.
“Fuck, cherry. Never, not in a million years will I ever get over the sight of you naked and in bed.” My back meets the mattress. Toren is constantly carrying or guiding me wherever he wants, and I willingly follow. He hovers above me, the weight of his lower body a welcome pressure.
“Yes, more.” I hike my legs, wrapping my ankles around his middle back when I feel the heat of his heavy cock. The tip of his cock nudges my entrance. My fingers dig into his muscles as he slightly pulls back before pushing in. Through it all, I haven’t lost his gaze. I for sure thought his eyes would travel the length of my body to watch my pussy slowly take his dick. This time, it means more.
“You’re mine, cherry. Every inch.” He groans when he sinks all the way inside me. I arch my back, hips bucking upward and allowing him to move even deeper.
“Every inch.” My voice is a broken plea. Toren doesn’t need to be told twice. He drives in and out. Each powerful thrust threatens to steal the breath from my lungs. He’s deep, stretching me, filling me, and it’s utterly consuming. He drops to his forearms, erasing every inch of space between us.
“Tor.” He goes wild, fueled by the knowledge of what the outcome could be. He bottoms out, sweat dripping onto my skin as he works us both toward the edge. The room feels like it’s spinning. The sunlight from the windows blurs into a golden haze of heat and desire.
“Cherry,” he hisses my name like a prayer. I’m close, he’s close, and when he pulls back, shoving into me, once then twice, swiveling his hips on the third time, I’m soaring. I shatter beneath him as my pussy clenches in waves around him. Toren’s guttural grunt of my name causes a ripple to slide down my back. When he comes, his hips buck, and his forehead drops to the crook of my neck as he empties himself inside of me. The slight shudder when the tips of my fingers glide up and down his back makes me want him more. It shouldn’t be possible. I’m boneless, yet with my husband, it seems like I never get enough.
“I love you, Toren. You’re the best husband, and I can’t wait to watch you become a father to our children.” A shudder rolls through him, then he lifts up, eyes blazing on mine.