Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He stopped gripping my ass, and instead returned to my hips. He helped me set up a pace, and I rode his long, thick, hard cock, feeling him thicken and grow with every passing second. I didn’t want to stop fucking him.
But all too soon, Peter stopped and held me in place. “I want you to come all over my cock. Touch yourself, Niamh.”
He’d asked me to do this before, and as I kept looking into his eyes, I reached between us. When he first asked me to do this, back in Pickle Quest, I’d been so embarrassed to touch myself, but he’d helped me break down so many walls that now I didn’t mind. In fact, I stroked my clit and watched him as I did so.
With him inside me, I felt almost too full. I loved it when he did this.
“That’s it, baby, touch that sweet clit, make yourself come all over my cock. I want to feel it.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I tried to contain my screams.
He let me go long enough to cup my cheek, and for his thumb to pull my lip out from between my teeth.
“You make those sounds, I want to hear them. Now, let me hear them.”
I cried out, his name spilling from my lips less than a second later.
He took possession of my mouth, and then his hands were on my hips as my orgasm rushed through me, and he began to fuck me, using me for his own pleasure, and I loved it. I didn’t want it to stop.
In that moment, I knew we weren’t using protection, and I hoped he got me pregnant.
****
Peter
Today was my birthday, and the day had started out as any other day. Waking up, making love to my wife, which wasn’t like any other birthday. This was the first birthday I’d gotten that privilege to do so. Then, it had been a shower, again, one taken with Niamh, which had felt like a birthday gift. After that, coffee, breakfast, and out for the day, where I had to take care of a meddling cop, deal with a few payment inconsistencies, do some actual work of checking over the books. All the while aware of Ivan, The Butcher, and The Beast in my territory with Finn Jr., because they still hadn’t handled him.
All I’d wanted was to come home. Niamh had texted me, asking me how long I was going to be. I loved her impatience, and as I arrived at my building, my patience was tested at a whole new level as I saw her guards waiting outside the penthouse. This pissed me off. I felt my hand twitch for my gun.
As I stepped up to the first man, about to wipe that fucking smile off his face, the door to the penthouse opened and Niamh stuck her head out.
“You’re home, that’s great. Please don’t be upset with any of them, I was the one who told them to wait outside until you arrived home.”
Now, I was frowning. I wasn’t used to this conspiring, not unless someone was about to kill me.
She held the door open a little wider for me to step through. I was still pissed that the guards had left her alone. While Ivan was playing his little games with Finn Byrne, I wanted her always protected. He’d already taken her from me, and I wasn’t going to allow that to happen again.
Stepping through the door, I heard soft music playing. Niamh took my jacket, and then grabbed my hands.
“Now, don’t be afraid, okay?” Niamh said.
I didn’t fight her as she all but dragged me toward the sitting room, and that was when I was shocked. Across the full-screen television read a banner that said, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PETER.
On the coffee table was a load of party snacks, and Niamh let me go long enough to put a hat on her head and blow on one of those toys that opened up, making a noise.
“Happy Birthday,” she said, throwing her hands in the air.
“You did me a birthday party.”
“Yes, and I didn’t invite anyone, not because I didn’t want to, but you don’t strike me as someone who is happy to have a lot of people around you for yourself.”
I reached for her, pulling her in close. “This is perfect,” I said. I’d never celebrated my birthday.
Until Ivan entered my world, I didn’t even know what my birthday was, or when it was. We found all the details on my birth certificate.
After discovering what my father did, how he took unwanted kids to exploit them, I had thought I might be like any other orphaned kid, but the only difference for me was I was good at surviving, which was why he declared me his son.
No, I was Orlov’s son. It’s why I kept his name. This was my reminder of who he was, and not to be that way.