Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
His eyes darken and he grins wolfishly at me. “You’re fucking gorgeous, honey.”
“So are you.”
I watch as he unfastens his jeans. There’s something sexy in the hasty way he tries to get them off his body. That night we conceived Buck, we were clumsy and fueled by lust. Right now, even in his hurry to take off his clothes, we’re not rushed and driven by love.
This all seems surreal.
Tomorrow we’ll go to the courthouse, and I’ll marry this man I love.
I lie back on the bed, then shimmy out of my pants. My eyes remain on his hands as he shoves his boxers down. His cock is thick and veiny, pre-cum dripping from the tip. I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation. He grips onto my panties and then slides them off my legs, gaze burning with desire.
“Spread your legs, wifey.”
“Not your wife yet.”
“Whose baby’s inside of you?” he challenges, lips curling into a wicked grin. “Oh, that’s right. Mine. You’re both mine.”
I obey him, letting my knees fall apart. He kneels at the edge of the bed. I can’t see his head over my enormous belly. His breath is hot as he whispers how “damn sexy” I am against my pussy. This makes my clit throb with need.
“As long as I don’t blow inside you or do anything crazy, the baby will be safe,” he explains as he runs his nose along my slit.
I shiver. “How do you know this? Been researching?”
“Yup.”
“When?”
His tongue flicks out and he laps at the arousal leaking out of me. “Months ago.”
Heat flood through me knowing he’s being wanting this for a while. It makes two of us.
Rhett doesn’t bother with any more talking and instead makes promises with his tongue. I writhe and jolt with each swipe of his tongue over my clit. His fingers grip onto my thighs, spreading them even further. I whimper when his tongue presses inside of me. Such a strange, but wonderful sensation. As he licks my pussy to climax, I grab his crazy curly hair and beg for release.
The orgasm hits like a freight train. I shudder wildly as it takes hold of me. Finally being with Rhett fully like this and bound by love is more than I could hope for. It’s a dream come true.
“I want you on top,” he says as he stands and strokes his cock. His eyes are dilated and his mouth is wet with my arousal. I’ve never seen him looking so hot. Ever. “I don’t want to squash Buck.”
He helps me to my feet and then picks me up by my ass. I hold onto him as he settles onto the bed. Once he’s stretched out, I lift up so he can align his cock with my pussy.
Then, I slowly ease down on his thickness, breath hitching.
“Holy fuck,” he chokes out. “You feel so damn good.”
I sink all the way down and plant my palms on his chiseled chest. “So do you.”
With our eyes locked, I begin slowly riding him, shifting and gliding over the places that feel best. He helps me out by teasing my nipple with one hand and fingering my clit with the other. It doesn’t take long for me to lose my mind again. As my pussy clenches around his cock, I feel him throbbing out his release. Heat floods inside me as he fills me up with his seed.
I yelp when he grabs my ass and stands up with me still impaled on him. He carries us to the bathroom and then sets me to my feet. Cum runs down my thighs as he starts us a hot shower. Then, my sweet lover assists me into the shower, making sure I don’t slip and fall.
It’s at that moment, I burst into tears.
This feels too good to be true.
“Hey, beautiful,” he murmurs, lips brushing over mine as he massages my scalp under the hot spray. “We’re happy now.”
“These are happy tears.”
He smirks. “We have the rest of our lives, Abs. Just you and me and all our kids.”
“All of them?” I giggle despite my emotions. “You think you get to keep doing this to me?”
“Hell yeah. I bet we’ll have eight kids.”
“Oh my God,” I say with a groan. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
I let him pamper me, groaning when he thoroughly washes my hair. Together or not, I should have had him do this months ago. It feels that good.
“Are you worried about what people will think?” I ask once my hair is rinsed out and my cheek is resting on his chest.
“Nope.” He pauses. “But I was wondering if you’d rethink your original statement. I think my family would like to see us get married. It can still be tomorrow and at the courthouse. I just think I kind of want them there, you know?”
I pull back and meet his gaze. “Of course. Your family is my family now.”