Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
He started backing up, and seeing as my hand was still wrapped around his cock, I chose to follow.
He backed up until he hit the wall, and there he flipped on the light switches that lit up the barn, as well as the room upstairs.
“Follow me,” he ordered, pulling my hand free of his cock and turning to go upstairs once again.
I watched him walk away, my eyes first on the way that his cock bounced as he walked.
Then on the way his ass flexed as he took the stairs.
Then I got sidetracked as I watched his balls sway slightly with his movements each time he lifted a leg up to the next step.
Then he stopped, one foot on the step above him, and he looked over his shoulder at me.
“Come,” he ordered.
Oh, I was going to.
Guaranteed.
The moment I finally made it up the stairs, my pubic bone still killing me, I stopped when I found Apple sitting on the bed with his back to me.
“It’s bad,” he rumbled. “And it hurts. It never stops hurting. It’s a constant reminder of what I failed to do.”
I blinked as tears started to form in my eyes.
Walking forward, I placed my hand on his unmarred shoulder, causing him to flinch at my touch.
Once he regained control, I let my hand trail along his back.
My belly pressed up against his spine, and our little girl rolled and flipped at the confined movement, causing Apple to relax even more.
I let my fingers run along the scars that covered his left shoulder.
It looked like something had come up and taken a huge bite out of the back of him.
Although he was still muscular, his shoulder looked badly scarred and misshapen.
You’d never be able to tell, though, from the front.
He was still just as defined, muscularly, everywhere but there.
In fact, if you weren’t actively looking for the mottled skin, it was likely no one would be able to see it at all.
Especially with the clothes he wore.
It was only now, with his shirt off and back exposed, that I could see it. I could see the real damage that’d almost taken his life.
“You’re lucky,” I whispered.
“I’m not lucky,” he said harshly. “This is sometimes worse than losing a limb. There are days that I want to hack off my arm because the pain gets so bad.”
I let my belly press even further into his back as I wrapped my hands around his neck, pressing my lips against his shoulder in a gentle kiss.
“You’re here,” I whispered. “We have a baby on the way. I count that as lucky in my book.”
His head dropped into his hands, and I leaned backward and shucked the sweatshirt from my body.
The next thing to go was the t-shirt, then the shorts and panties.
I kicked the boots off last, and then walked around the bed where he was sitting and stopped when my breasts met his head.
My belly was poking against his chin, but he didn’t seem to mind.
He lifted his hands to my stomach, and his head rested against my bare breasts, as he breathed in swiftly.
My hands headed to his hair, where I worked my fingers gently through the long strands.
The movement let my breasts play against his beard, and I had to actively stop myself from moving them on purpose.
His hands skimmed away from my belly where they curved down and around to my ass.
He then cupped it and spread my ass cheeks apart, letting my overheated core become exposed to the cool air.
Then his hands sank in further until both sets of fingers were in between my lips.
His head came up and, instinctively, I placed one breast against his mouth.
He sucked it in between his lips, letting his tongue play along the turgid tip.
“Ah, God,” I whispered, my body jerking in surprise.
My breasts were beyond sensitive before, but now they felt like they were on steroids with the way I was responding to his ministrations.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispered. “I want to bend you over that dresser, then shove my cock so far into your pussy that you feel it in your throat.”
I moaned and pulled away from him.
My breast left his mouth with a small sucking pop, and I smiled.
His hands tightened on me, and I had to stifle a moan as two fingers slipped into my tight heat.
“Let go,” I urged him gently.
He did, letting his hands slip from the folds of my sex.
I watched in stunned silence as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean of my juices, like one would do after they’ve finished eating a delicious meal.
Moaning in the back of my throat, I moved so that my back was against him, walking to the dresser where I braced my elbows on the edge of the wood and aimed my ass backwards toward him.