Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“No.” Her voice is faint. “He told me he’d done it—”
“There was a honeysuckle air freshener hanging from the rearview and three spares in the glove compartment. How would I know that?”
I get no satisfaction from the gasp on the other side of the door. A quiet sob.
“Ayla, please. Don’t cry.” I grind my forehead against the wood. “I did it because I love you. I’ve loved you since you were fourteen and I’ll fucking love you until you’re a hundred and fourteen. Open the door and let me touch you. I’m so fucked up. I need you.”
The knob remains still. “I’m afraid.”
“Afraid of me? No.” I slam my head off the door again. “I am your safest place.”
“Will you still feel that way when you find out I lied?”
Confusion breaks through my desperation. “Lied about what?”
“Being on the pill,” she whispers.
It takes me several moments to figure out what’s happening here. And I realize I’m the biggest dummy alive. We never cleared up the mistruths between us. I was on the verge of getting her to confess her pregnancy when I was arrested. I’ve been too overwrought and crazed for the last three months to acknowledge the fact that Ayla doesn’t know. She doesn’t know that I was aware of her lie from the beginning. She has no idea that I’ve been dying to get her pregnant since I first laid eyes on her.
“Ayla. Baby.” I kiss the door, pretending it’s her, pressing my stiffness into the wood and wishing it was her pretty flesh. “I knew. I knew all along you weren’t on the pill.” My cock is getting harder by the second just talking about this. “Are you pregnant with our first child on the other side of this door?”
Instead of answering out loud, Ayla unlocks the door and slowly lets it open, revealing herself. Oh, sweet mother of God. She’s the most delicate, exquisite vision I’ve ever seen in my life. In a tank top and panties, her soft skin glows in the sunlight. Seeing the slight swell of her tummy sends my pulse spiking, hammering. A hot shiver goes through my dick and balls.
And her face.
Those tear-stained cheeks and big eyes. I would welcome the chance to die for this girl.
“How did you become even more of an angel?” I say gruffly, walking forward on my knees and wrapping my arms around her waist, kissing her belly over and over. This is all I’ve been dreaming about for four years. My deepest wish has been granted and a sense of rightness is locking into place. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…
“I could say the opposite about you,” she breathes, hesitantly combing her fingers through my hair, her tears splashing onto my shoulders. “You look like the devil.”
“That’s who I turn into without you. The fucking devil.” I gain my feet slowly, dragging my open mouth up the center of her ripe body, my fingers working my zipper down. “But to you, Ayla? Right now, I’m God.”
I scoop her up so fast that she gasps—and then, oh Christ, I’m finally back in heaven. I’ve got Ayla’s legs around my waist, her pussy rubbing around on my hard cock. Tears are running down her cheeks and she’s searching my eyes, her lips trembling. “You’re really not mad that I lied? That I got pregnant on purpose?”
“Sweet, innocent girl.” I sit down on the edge of her bed and lean back, watching my right hand massage the pussy I’ve been obsessing about every second of the last three months. “I’ve been wanting you pregnant so bad, most days I think of nothing else. I was going to do the one good deed of my life and let you escape me, escape this town. I didn’t want to saddle you with a baby like my father did to my mother. Like my grandfather did to my grandmother. The women in my family always wished for more, outside of this place. I didn’t want to make you a prisoner here and make you hate me. Then you had to go and show up at my garage looking so beautiful…and God help me, fertile as fuck.” I twist her panties in my fist and rip them clean off, baring her tight, glistening pussy to the sunlight. “I sensed you were lying about being on the pill. And I fucked you even harder knowing you weren’t protected.”
The doubt finally flees from her eyes. “I don’t want to go anywhere where you aren’t. I only wanted to leave this town to find happiness, but here it is. With you.”
Our restraint vanishes. She scoots forward on my lap and wiggles around on my cock. Starved for a look at her tits, I yank down her tank top and bounce her on my knees, watching them dance for me.