Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“You won’t leave me,” I breathe, feeling my climax build.
“That’s my good g-girl,” he croons.
I experience an all over body shudder with his words. A fresh gush of wetness floods against his fingers and I try to fight it, but I know I’m going to come. My entire body is tensing in preparation.
“You doubt me again and you won’t be able to w-walk f-for a w-week,” Thomas cautions. Then, without warning, his hands leave me. I cry out in desperation, needing him back.
“Thomas, please, don’t stop,” I plead.
“I got you, b-baby,” he promises.
I look over my shoulder to find him undoing his pants. I instantly push down my panties, shoving them down my legs and stepping out of them. By the time that’s done, I look back at him, just in time to see him fist his cock and stroke himself.
Thomas steps closer, his hand going back between my legs as I feel him open me up and the head of his cock press against my entrance. Through it all, he’s careful to make sure I’m leaning on the counter, but not pressed so tight that my stomach is bothered.
There’s something about his tenderness, even while we are so deep into the pleasure of the moment, that makes my heart swell. Then, all rational thought is gone as he thrusts deep inside of me, claiming my pussy so forcefully that I can barely breathe because he fills me so completely, stretching my inner walls until it’s almost painful. He feels bigger and harder than he ever has before. Once he’s settled inside of me, he holds himself still, giving me time to get used to this length and girth. You would think after all the times that we’ve made love, my body would become accustomed, but the truth is every single time feels like the first and the beauty of it steals my breath.
“You’re mine,” Thomas hums. I can’t tell if he’s talking to me or just reassuring himself, but either way I don’t correct him because it’s the truth.
I am his. I always have been. There’s no getting around it. I fell in love with Thomas the night I met him and it’s hopeless to fight his hold on me. I don’t even want to. I let out a shaky breath as he starts tunneling in and out of me, one hand on my hip as he moves me in exactly the rhythm and speed he wants me.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs again.
“Thomas, I’m going to come,” I warn as he somehow reaches around to rub my pussy all while still fucking me, his hard cock not stopping once. Instead, it’s claiming me in ways I would have never thought possible.
I love him. Dear God, I love him.
“Come for m-me, Lyla,” he orders—and it does sound exactly like that… an order. Apparently, my body thinks so, too, because I detonate—coming harder than I ever have in my life. I scream out his name while I do. “That’s my baby,” he praises and then I feel his cock jerk deep inside of me and the liquid heat of his cum as it releases deep inside of me, filling me so completely that I know if I wasn’t already pregnant, I would be now.
Thomas kisses the back of my neck as we ride out the storm together. “My good girl,” he repeats.
For a minute, I feel closer to Thomas than I ever have. All too soon, he pulls back, sliding out of me. I miss him immediately and a small mew of protest escapes. Then, I squeak out a noisy breath of air as he picks me up.
“Thomas?”
“We’re g-going to shower together and you’re going to t-t-tell me how sorry you are by going down on your knees and sucking my cock.”
I could argue with him. I know if I did it wouldn’t go any further. The truth is, I don’t want to argue. I want to suck his cock. I want to drink down his cum and most of all I don’t want this feeling of being so close to him to end.
Ever.
I want to be his good girl forever.
Chapter 25
Thomas
“I can’t believe we just did that in the middle of my father’s kitchen,” Lyla mumbles, the words almost incoherent as we get out the shower.
I pull her mostly limber body into my arms. She curls into me like a contented kitten, making me smile. Without thinking, I lean down and kiss her forehead, feeling more satisfied than I can ever remember.
“That’s why I s-s-said we need our own p-p-place.”
I feel her body tense even before I get the words out. It’s going to be a fight to get her to agree to move. I’m not looking forward to it, but I refuse to accept that she wants us to raise our family in her dad’s house. As it is, I only fuck her like I want when I’m sure Ford is at the club. That can’t continue because I’m too hungry for her.