Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
She slowly lifts her sundress over her head and tosses it my way. I don’t even attempt to catch it. My dick hardens to steel, lurching to be free.
Willow stands in front of me completely naked.
“I couldn’t wear a bra.” She shrugs indifferently.
“Where the hell are your panties?’
“I never put them back on after the ultrasound.”
In an instant, she’s off the ground and on the bed, laid out below me. I brace on my elbow and skim my fingers over her chest, circling her nipples and bending to suck one into my mouth gently.
She groans, gripping my neck.
My lips glide the span of her stomach, stopping to tug her piercing with my teeth.
My cock strains at her soft sigh, loving her newfound sensitivity to my every touch.
“Please, Talon.”
“I want to taste you.”
Last night, I couldn’t get enough, devouring and savoring her taste until she was begging for mercy. It may have been our time apart, or knowing she was carrying my baby, but my addiction was relentless.
She fists my hair, urging my face upward.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, but right now, I NEED YOU inside me.”
The husky demand comes across loud and clear.
Her hands tear at my shirt and I’ve barely gotten my shorts off when she pounces, straddling me. I’m about to roll her back when her eyes lock with mine.
Shit, the look of raw, wild hunger blisters through me.
Her mouth moves lightly over my chest, mapping the faint scars and nipping along my skin as she moves lower.
“Babe?’ I grate out, not knowing how long I can resist.
She lifts her eyes and laps her tongue around the metal barbell. “Need you inside me can mean different things.”
Without a blink, she closes her mouth and sucks me deep.
FUUUUUCKKKKK!
I fight every urge to blow, almost three weeks without her rising to the surface.
Her eyes hold mine, glittering as she torments me by alternating her movements.
Her cheeks hollow, her tongue rolls along my length, and her throat opens to take all of me.
I’m powerless against her, bucking into her mouth.
She shifts, her hair falling in a curtain and blocking my view, and I growl into the room.
Her throat purrs and I’m lost to the sensations, every nerve ending screaming at me.
“Get the fuck up here!”
She ignores my demand, increasing her pace and scaling her nails, circling my balls.
“Princess, the fuck….”
She smiles around my dick, swallowing me deeper.
I try to think of something, anything to slow down the inevitable.
Nothing works, my blood scorching with each swipe of her tongue.
Just like every time, Willow sucks my dick like it was made for only her.
In my mind, it was.
Her tits rub against my thighs, her nipples brushing lightly, and she moans in appreciation.
That’s all I can take. The vibration sets me off, and I’m fucking gone, exploding on a roar.
The room spins, my heart pounding in sync with each pulse of my dick. Her tongue rolls around my length, flicking my piercing before she kisses the tip.
My vision comes back into focus to see her grinning smugly.
“You fucking proud of yourself? Less than five minutes and you had me blowing like a teenager.”
“Needed to take the edge off somehow.”
I move to pull her to me and she shakes her head, crawling slowly up my body, licking her lips. “You can officially say you’ve gotten a blow job from a pregnant woman.”
The gleam in her eyes snaps my control and I flip us, hovering over her.
Her legs wind around my waist, urging me down until my dick is scraping along her heat. “Tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m soaked. Sucking a hero’s cock is very sexy.” The rasp in her voice is all it takes.
I drive into her, growling possessively when she whimpers, her body arching into mine.
Blood roars in my ears, feeling her pussy clamp around my dick, pulling me in. A small voice in my mind rears up, warning me to be careful.
As if she reads my mind, her hand cups my jaw, her gaze filled with understanding. “I am fine.”
The sparkle of her ring catches my attention.
The gravity of the situation sinks in.
I stare down at my future, the woman who owns me.
Between us, a tiny life forming.
The air shifts, and the savage animal inside simmers low, memorizing the enormity of this moment.
“You are so fucking perfect.”
“I love you.” She smiles sweetly, brushing her lips across mine. “But right now, I need my fiancé to fuck me.”
That’s all it takes, my uncontrollable hunger returning.
“You’re sure they aren’t upset?”
“Not at all.”
My phone rings at my ear and I flip to see Willow calling on Facetime. “Babe, why are you calling me while we’re already on the phone?”
“Because I had to see your face to determine if you’re lying to me.”
“Why would I lie to you?”
“Because you are overprotective and wouldn’t want to upset me.”
Her green eyes are clouded with doubt, her brows arched, and her face is distressed.