Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
He smiles. It’s soft, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and the green seems to sparkle even in the dim lighting of the hotel room. “That was always the plan. I wanted you to love me. To need me.”
“You got your wish, cowboy.”
He nods as he tosses his shirt over the back of the chair and starts on his jeans. I stay where I am, just enjoying the show, watching my man strip. When he’s finally naked, he stalks toward the bed, stopping just out of reach. Sitting up, I take my time, letting my eyes roam over his toned body. His cock is hard and standing proud, and my mouth waters. I stand, only to fall to my knees, fisting and stroking him, adding just the right amount of pressure that I know he craves. Then, I take him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Bay,” he rasps, pushing my hair back over my shoulders. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
I hum my agreement, which makes him curse under his breath. He gathers my hair in his hands, but never makes a move to apply pressure. He never does. Gripping the back of his thighs with my hands, I take him as deep as I can without gagging, and when I pull back to get some air, he grips beneath my armpits, and he pulls me to my feet.
“I can’t give you a baby if I come down your throat, beautiful,” he says before his lips find mine. The kiss is gentle, doing nothing to calm the intensity of what I feel for this man.
Finally, he pulls back. His heated gaze bores into mine. “Baylor?”
“Macklin,” I sass.
He grins. “Strip.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, making him groan, and his cock twitches. He reaches down and grips his length, stroking from base to tip, while I make quick work of getting undressed.
When I’m finally naked, I place my hands on my hips and say, “I’m naked, cowboy. Now, what are you going to do with me?”
He gives me a devilish smirk. “You know that I love you, right?” He reaches up and runs his index finger softly down my cheek.
“You know I do. I love you, too,” I tell him.
“Good. Remember that when I fuck our firstborn into you.” He smacks my ass, making me yelp and then moan, because damn, this man and his mouth. From sweet to spicy, I never know what I’m going to get with him, but one thing remains the same.
He’s mine.
I’m his.
Deciding to lean into his spicy, I turn, climb onto the bed on all fours, and wiggle my ass at him while glancing over my shoulder. “You plan on starting on this fucking anytime soon?” I ask.
He chuckles, steps closer to the bed, grips my hips, and presses his hard cock against me. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ve been ready since you reminded me at the arena that you were going to knock me up,” I tell him, still looking back over my shoulder.
He moves his hands from my hips. One gathers my hair in a ponytail with a firm grip, and with the other, he traces his fingers gently down the length of my spine. “It’s crazy that tonight could be it. We could create something that’s a piece of both of us. A little of you, a little of me, and a whole lot of love,” he says, leaning over to trail kisses down my back.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice cracking. I know we’re doing this backward. I know we should slow down, but there are no rules in relationships. We both want this, so we’re doing it. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. All that matters is that we’re in this together. And no matter when it happens, our kid, or kids, if we’re lucky enough, will know what it’s like to grow up with parents who adore one another.
We’re choosing love.
We’re choosing us.
He pulls back, tugging gently on my hair. “Is your pussy ready, baby?”
My answer is to wiggle my hips, and he groans as his cock slides against my heat. “You tell me,” I quip.
“My girl’s ready,” he says, pulling back just enough to align himself at my entrance. He gives no warning as he slowly pushes inside me. I push back against him, needing more. I want all of him, in every way.
“There it is,” he says, once he’s buried deep. “Grip the sheets,” he says, before pulling out and thrusting back in. By the third stroke, I already feel my orgasm starting to build. “You want a baby, Bay? You better come on this dick, sweetheart.”
“Mac—” I cry out for him. “More,” I pant, leaning forward, resting my forehead against the mattress. I grip the sheets, anchoring myself in place, as he unleashes his desire on me. I love every minute of it. Sex with Macklin is an out-of-body experience, like nothing I’ve ever felt. Fast, slow, playful, it doesn’t matter. Everything in my life is better with Macklin.