Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
He lifts a hand to the back of my neck as he nibbles on my lips. “I’ve missed this,” he says and we fall back on the bed. Pulling me on top of him, he kisses me hard and deep while the hard ridge of his erection nestles in the V of my sex. He’s hard and I’m so aroused, all I want is to tear off his clothes and lick every muscled part of his perfect body.
“I need to see you naked,” I tell him, sitting up so my pussy is directly over his rigid cock.
I reach for the hem of his shirt, and he lifts himself so he can pull it off and toss it to the floor. I shift off him, watching as he stands to remove his jeans and underwear. His impressive erection stands upright just begging for attention. My mouth waters as I contemplate sucking him between my lips and tasting him for the first time. He settles back on the bed. I wrap my hand around his shaft, and he lets out a rough groan.
His darkened eyes meet mine. “As much as I want your mouth on my cock I’d rather be inside you,” he tells me in that gruff, sexy voice of his.
But I’m not listening. I dip my head and suck him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the head and tasting the salty precum on the tip. His hand comes down on my head as I grip him harder and pump him with one hand while taking him in deep … but carefully because my gag reflex is still sensitive.
Without warning, he taps me on the shoulder. “Enough. Take your clothes off,” he orders me, and I’m quick to comply.
Standing, I pull my baby doll dress over my head, then reach for my lace bra, unhook the clasp, and shimmy it off my arms and onto the floor. My panties come next and then I’m naked in front of him.
“Fuck, you’re incredible.” He crooks a finger, beckoning me toward him.
I haven’t truly been with him since Charleston and need consumes me. I place one knee on the bed and inch forward until he hooks an arm around my waist and manages to flip me to my back, straddling me, his cock rubbing over my clit.
“Oh my God,” I moan as a wave of desire washes over me. “Do that again.”
He rubs his erection over me again and I arch my hips, seeking more contact. “Mmm.” He feels so good I may come just from this alone.
“So fucking sensitive,” he grits out and soon we’re matching in rhythm as I chase an orgasm that’s just out of reach.
He dips his head and pulls my nipple into his mouth, laving then suckling on the tip, and when he bites down gently, my climax detonates and I’m coming, soaring high. I expect to return to reality, but the orgasm doesn’t end. His cock continues to grind against me, giving me pleasure until suddenly he’s gone.
But not for long. He lines himself up at my entrance and thrusts hard inside me, sending me flying once more. He arches his hips and plunges in, but I can sense he’s holding back, maybe because I’m pregnant, I don’t know.
But it’s not what I want. “Don’t hold back. Harder. Please.”
His gaze meets mine and I see the need in the navy depths. “You’re sure?”
I nod and then he’s pounding into me just the way I need. I’m so lost in how good he feels, hard and thick inside me. Soon, he stiffens, groans, and his climax hits, his hips shifting as he comes.
We lay together for a few moments, catching our breaths. Then, bracing his hands on either side of me, he pulls out and rolls to his side. Propped up on one arm, he stares, a soft look on his face, and I drink it in, lost in the caring look I see there.
Too soon, reality intrudes and I realize something very important. “I hate to ruin the moment but … we didn’t use protection.”
He furrows his brow, then reaches for my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “I’m clean. I swear.”
I nod. “Me too.” I got tested after I broke up with Chandler and I trust Jack. “At least we don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant.”
He laughs and pulls me into him, pressing his lips to mine. “Come on. Let’s shower and get back into bed. I’m not ready to leave you yet.”
I wrap one arm around him and sigh against his chest. “Good. Because I’m not ready to let you go.”
We shower, climb back into bed, find a movie to put on, and end up talking instead of paying attention to the action flick.
“Whenever you decide to tell your parents, I want to be there with you. You shouldn’t have to tell them alone, and I don’t want it to seem like I’m not interested in being a father. Because I am.”