Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
“You’re such a good girl,” he tells me, sending floods of gratification through my body.
“Yes, Daddy?” I whimper, leaning against his thick, muscled chest. He reaches between my legs and finds my clit with a middle finger, stroking it gently and sending shivers straight through me. That little bundle of nerves, that sweet button takes me to a whole new level of arousal. I drop the loofa to the shower floor and give myself over to the man who makes me so horny I can barely think.
The next thing I know, I’m being pressed up against the shower wall, my back bent as far as it will go with Ethan’s fingers threaded through my hair. And then I’m being slammed into, filled without mercy, taken and used with relentless force and power. I’m being consumed, stretched and hollowed out by Ethan’s monstrous unit as he kisses the base of my neck and works his way up to my ear and whispers, “That’s it, baby girl. You take my cock so well.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper back. “That’s what I’m here for. To take your cock and make you feel good.”
Ethan’s hand twists my head to his, and his lips find mine as he pounds away, harder and harder until I feel my climax rising up inside me. The waves of pleasure grip me, and it’s not long before I’m gripped by another climax that knocks all thought from my mind. Ethan finishes soon after, and I take all of his release inside me. It’s magnificent. I know it’s risky, but not that risky; I am on birth control. There’s only really less than a one percent chance of getting pregnant while on it, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine.
I feel his release drip down my thighs when he finally pulls out. I spin around, and we embrace for a wonderful, animalistic kiss.
Once our lips part, we look into each other’s eyes for a long time. This is one of those times that any other couple would say that thing to each other, but I’m still not ready. I’m definitely feeling something—I know I am—but I can’t bring myself to say the words, and I don’t know what I would do if Ethan said them to me. Maybe he understands that too because he doesn’t say them to me either. He just smiles, leans in and kisses me delicately on the lips.
“I’m so lucky I have you,” he whispers.
I wish I could say the things I feel in my heart, but there’s clearly something wrong with me. Maybe I need therapy or something. Or maybe I need Ethan’s help. But at least I’ve made this progress so far and haven’t run away on him like I thought I would have by now.
Mya
Two Months Later…
Okay, it’s no time to panic. So I’ve missed a cycle. Big deal. Girls miss their cycles all the time; it’s not a big deal. It doesn’t mean I’m pregnant or something. Just because I’m on the pill and I should be regular doesn’t mean I can’t miss a cycle. There’s no need for me to start panicking.
I finish ringing up my last customer for the day for their pre-order of six bags of mulch, input their card into the computer, and then e-mail them a receipt.
“You’re all set,” I tell the woman with my best smile, trying not to look like I’ve got my mind on the possibility of being pregnant.
“Thank you so much,” she says with a smile as I hand her card back.
“We’ll give you a call when they come in.”
I watch her go back to her car, then slump down in my chair as she pulls out of the parking lot.
It’s just one cycle, Mya, I tell myself as I pick up my pen and drum it nervously on the table. That’s not a huge deal. It could be any number of things. Maybe there’s just a problem with my diet or something.
I know I’ve been taking my pills, but just to be sure, I head up to the house and check. But sure enough, I’m up to date. My pack is on the bedside table where it should be, and I haven’t missed a single one. I only have four more days until I start taking the sugar pills.
“It’s only one cycle,” I tell myself again. “Just one—”
But then, suddenly as I think back, it hits me. No, it hasn’t been just one cycle; it’s been two! And that’s really not good. Missing one could be written off as just no big deal and nothing to worry about, but two? That could definitely be a problem.
I grab my keys and race outside to the car. Ethan is still out by the greenhouses doing something, so I leave him be. No need to worry him with something yet that might end up being nothing. I don’t want to be one of those girls who runs to her man, freaking out about the possibility of being pregnant, only to find out that it was really just nothing.