Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“You want me to fill your little pussy again, baby?” he asks.
There’s nothing I want more right now.
“Yes, Daddy.” I nod vigorously. “So badly. Fill me up.”
I don’t have to ask twice. Jake pushes his cock deep into me, and I feel it throb. Then I feel the first spray of his release as it fountains into me, coating my walls with his hot, slick stickiness.
And I go off with him.
My mouth opens to scream, but nothing comes out. My body simply freezes while my climax takes me, and Jake unloads inside me. I’m nothing more than a vessel for his seed at this point, and I absolutely love it.
He’s breeding you, my mind tells me. That deep, primal part of my mind. That’s all you’re good for. Being bred by this man.
My thoughts are spiraling. I’m going crazy.
The waves of my orgasm rock me over and over and over again as Jake’s monstrous arms clutch me in a protective embrace until finally the two of us gasp for air and come down together.
“Holy shit,” he grunts, gently kissing my neck and brushing my hair back. “I can’t get enough of you, baby.”
Every time he speaks, I just have to smile more.
I’d love to say something poetic back or have something worthy of what he just said to me. But I’m drifting off already. My head is spinning. After all, I just had my brains banged out by this Adonis man.
So all I manage to whisper is, “Yeah?” with a little smile on my lips.
“Oh, yeah,” I hear Jake whisper back as he continues to kiss me while I drift off to sleep.
32
Jake
Progress. I’m making progress. I look over at Sadie sleeping soundly beside me in my bed and smile.
There she is.
She may not be fully mine yet, and I may not have broken down her no-relationship rule yet either, but this is progress. And that little private show she put on for me that only I could see through my window? That was hot as hell.
And I sure wasn’t expecting that after our little confrontation at her work either.
Her bare shoulder is peeking out from under the covers. I reach out and gently trace it with my fingers, feeling her warm, soft skin. She stirs beside me and lets out a cute little moan as she turns to face me.
It takes her a second to open her eyes, but when she does, I find myself looking at an expression that looks like something much more than something casual.
“Good morning.” I smile.
Sadie smiles and stretches her arms. “Well, hello there.”
Her smile is bright enough to light up the world. I lean in and give her a kiss and slide one hand under the cover to cop a feel. “You naughty man.”
“That’s me.” I grin.
Yeah, I could definitely wake up like this every morning.
“Would you like a coffee?” I ask her. Sadie thinks about it for a second and then nods.
“That would be nice.”
“I’ll get it started,” I reply, swinging my legs out of bed. I’m stepping into my briefs when I hear her voice behind me.
“You have a great butt,” she giggles. I turn and see her smiling, the blankets pulled up to her chin. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
I chuckle. “Actually no. You’re the first one.”
Sadie shrugs. “Well, you do.”
“So do you.” I grin, pinching the sheets with an estimate of where her sweet ass is as I pass the bed. I miss and get her on the thigh, causing her to yelp and laugh and kick away from me.
Still smirking, I make my way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to start the coffee. I’m surprised she’s stuck around so far, or even said yes to a cup. This doesn’t seem to fit into her rule. If she really wanted to be casual with me, shouldn’t she be out of here by now?
I grab the cups as the coffee is almost ready, and that’s when Sadie comes in from the other room. She’s wearing socks, panties, and one of my T-shirts, looking cute as a button.
“Hey there.” I smile.
“Hey there,” she repeats, only sounding way sexier than me, of course.
“I’ve got the coffee on,” I tell her. I lift my Donald Duck cup that I’m no longer sure where I got it. “And you can have my fancy Donald Duck cup if you’d like too. Only very special people get it.”
“Oh, is that right?” she asks, taking it from me to examine it.
“That is right,” I snicker. “It’s made by Chanel.”
Sadie glances up at me and laughs. “Chanel, huh?”
I wink. “That’s right.”
Sadie purses her lips in a smile and nods. “Okay, I’ll take the Chanel Donald Duck coffee cup.”
The sun is shining through the windows, bouncing off the wood floors of the kitchen. This really does feel like a very domestic scene. If someone was to look in from outside, they might be convinced that Sadie and I were husband and wife.