Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
“Move,” I whine softly. He’s just still. I mean, I’m all for savoring the moment but if he doesn’t move, I’m going to combust. As it is, I can feel my pleasure building, winding me tight. All of my muscles are tensing in preparation for the coming release.
He slides out slowly before pushing back again. His movements are so measured and careful. For a second, I think he’s teasing me. Then I realize he’s just testing this out, making sure it feels good to me.
“Ledger.” I rake my fingernails down his back.
“I’m going to breed you now,” he says. “Going to fuck my come deep into your womb.”
His crass words are exactly what I need. Especially when he plunges a hand between us, stroking my clit as he plows into my channel again and again. It sends sparks of electricity throughout my whole body.
“You’ll take my cock like a good girl every day. I’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours and make you swallow. Then I’ll bend you over and fill this pink cunt with my come too. This belly and pussy are mine now.”
The way he’s playing my body and the filthy things he’s saying. It’s too much and I come with a scream and a promise that I’m his. Even as I come, he’s still ramming into me. He keeps rutting into me, pushing deep into my pussy until finally he’s exploding. His sticky come fills me, spurting deep into my channel.
He collapses on top of me but quickly rolls us onto our sides so we’re facing each other. His cock is still deep inside and I can feel his seed coating my thighs.
For a long moment, we stare at each other. There’s only the sound of our harsh breathing and the fireplace.
I don’t know what to do or say now. Do I thank him for the orgasms and potential baby? Do I get dressed and leave? A small part of me wishes that we had talked about this before.
“Stay the night,” he says while his hands rub my back. Up and down, his gentle touch is soothing me. I didn’t even know that I needed to be soothed. But somehow, he did. Because this is Ledger, and the man knows me better than I know myself.
I freeze. We’ve slept over at each other’s places before, sure. But this is different. Staying over after sex is couples’ territory. Does it mean something? Is he trying to send me a subtle message?
“Stop overthinking it and say yes,” Ledger commands.
I squeeze my thighs together, forgetting about the fact that his softening cock is still inside of me. He instantly starts to swell again, and he barks out a laugh like this is funny. “You like it when I tell you what to do.”
“No.”
His hand drops lower, and he gives one of my ass cheeks a firm squeeze. “You don’t lie to me.”
Except that I have been lying to him. I’ve lied that he’s just a friend. I’ve lied that this is about having a baby. I’ve even lied to myself that I could do this without breaking my heart.
8
LEDGER
She wanted to leave. I could see it on her face, but she has to stay. I know Peyton. If she leaves now, she’ll retreat deep into herself. She might even run away again, and I’m done with that bullshit. She belongs by my side. For now and for the rest of her life.
“Come on, let’s wash up.” I reluctantly pull out of her warm body. Now that I know how good she feels, my hand is never cutting it again. It has to be her pussy or nothing.
“Should I move this soon?” Her cheeks have taken on the cutest little blush.
I chuckle. “Yeah, Cash says my swimmers could hang out for a few days.”
“Really? That’s kind of cool.” She gives me a slight grin.
There’s a whole conception checkup that we probably should have done. Cash advised it but people have been getting pregnant for hundreds of years without getting checkups first.
I scoop her naked body into my arms, loving the way it feels to hold her. I only carry her every now and then. Like when she’s drunk which isn’t often. Or when she sprained her ankle a few years back. But there’s something about this. Getting to carry her when our naked skin is touching. It’s fuckin’ perfect.
I wasn’t lying about what I said earlier. I want to fuck her mouth then fill her cunt. I want to know my seed is always in her body, always filling her.
I manage the first few minutes of the shower just fine, washing her hair and crooning about how she took my big cock so well. But smelling Peyton covered in my shampoo is downright erotic. I like knowing my scent is all over her. I like that she’s covered in it. So, by the time I’m soaping up her breasts, I’m done for. I end up eating her out then washing her again. By the time we’re through, the water is lukewarm.