Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Now I’m going to show you exactly how much I love you.” My hands slide up the top of her thighs, thumbs sweeping inward, and when she lets out a soft little moan, I know she’s all for it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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Ishift on Vik’s lap. My sundress is already rucked high around my hips from when I tackled him, leaving only my panties and his clothes between me and his thick cock. The friction of my bare thighs against his expensive suit pants is agonizingly sharp, a tease that makes a soft, needy whimper catch in my throat.
“Hmm.” Vik hears it, his eyes darkening to a near-black. His commanding edge is right on the surface when he realizes I’m more than ready for him to sink inside me.
“Christ, beautiful,” he grunts. He doesn’t waste another second. With an ease that makes my head spin, his hands slip down my torso, grip the fabric of my sundress, and pull it over my head in one fluid, urgent motion. Not much has changed when Vik undresses me, the material is flung to the floor—without breaking eye contact. I sit in his lap in only my bra and panties, the coolness of the room brushing against my bare skin, making my nipples pebble instantly.
Vik’s gaze tracks down the length of my chest, the swollen curve of my breasts, and then the distinctly rounded belly of being eighteen weeks along. Between the reverence in his look and the heat in his eyes, he is making me burn from the inside out.
“Vik,” I moan as his hands move to the waistband of my lace panties. There’s no gentleness in the movement. Only pure demand. I lift up, immediately realizing what he’s about to do. A sharp, sudden tug, and he rips the delicate fabric to shreds. A quick flick of the clasp between my breasts and rolling of my shoulders frees me completely.
“Christ, Romy,” he groans. The loss of my barriers makes me bold. I attack his clothes with a frantic, desperate energy of my own. My fingers fly to the front of his custom-tailored button-up black shirt, my knuckles scraping against his solid chest as I tear at the buttons.
“Fair is fair.” A few of them pop off, scattering across the floor, but neither of us cares. I shove the fabric off his broad, tanned shoulders, exposing the rigid, muscular ridges of his torso, mapping the hard lines of his abs with my palms. I don’t stop moving until my hands fumble with the heavy silver buckle of his belt. My fingers tremble, slick with need and anticipation, making me curse under my breath as I fight against the leather.
“Rory, beautiful, let me,” Vik murmurs, his voice rough, but I push his hands away.
“No,” I gasp, determination dripping in my voice. “I want to do it.” I finally manage to pop the belt open before quickly moving to the button then tugging on his zipper. The moment the tracks part, his thick, rigid length springs free, hot and throbbing against his abdomen. I wrap my hand around his thick dick. The tip is dripping with his precum, and my palm is instantly coated in the slickness.
“Fuck, beautiful,” Vik groans low in his throat, his head falling back against the cushion of the couch as my fingers squeeze him, sliding up and down his cock, twisting my wrist how he likes it. I’m tempted to get on my knees and take him in my mouth, except since I’ve been pregnant, all I’ve wanted is him inside me, not in my hand or with my lips wrapped around his length. Nope, I want his cock in my pussy at every waking minute.
The ache inside me builds, a hollow, pulsing need that only Vik can fill, and waiting is no longer an option. I brace one hand on his massive shoulder, sit up, and lift my hips. I position myself over his hard tip, tilting my pelvis up, and slowly, deliberately lower myself down.
“Oh god.” A long, breathless gasp tears from my throat as I bottom out on him, taking his full, massive length into my body in one deep, agonizingly perfect stroke. The sensations are overwhelming, between the pregnancy making me entirely too sensitive, tight, and wet, along with knowing Vik loves me, truly loves me.
“Not god, Romy, just yours.” Vik fills me completely, stretching my walls until I feel like I’m going to burst around him. My core wraps around him like a velvet glove. I close my eyes, head dropping back as I sit fully on his lap. I let out a shaky breath when he flexes his cock inside me.
“Do that again, please.” My eyes open and tip down to see us joined so seamlessly. Another few weeks, and with my growing belly, this position may not be possible.