Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Chapter Ten
Kristian
“This is delicious,” my queen says, after swallowing a mouthful of steak.
I smirk and reach across with a napkin, dabbing at the grease that slides down her chin. She tilts her head at me with her eyes wide and sassy. But behind the sassiness, I see nerves flaring, the same nerves that awoke in her when I told her to call herself beautiful.
“You look so gorgeous right now,” I tell her, meaning it.
I need her to know how beautiful she is, grease or no grease.
“What, covered in steak juice?” she says, rolling her eyes.
I nod sincerely. “You could be covered in slime and you’d still be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I hope I can make you see that one day, Kimberly. You’re a goddamn angel. You’re my angel.”
Her smile widens, her cheeks blooming red. My body flares when I think about how red her ass became when I spanked her, the way she shivered for me.
Something carnal and needy and hungry awoke in her, and it took all my self-control not to dive into her tight, soaked hole and make her mine in the most possessive way possible.
“So,” I go on, cutting into my steak. “Tell me about yourself.”
She giggles, causing her hair to tussle around her shoulders, hair as golden as the sun. The heat that infuses her every feature is radiant, bright, tempting.
My hand falters on the steak knife, cutting into my plate with a screech.
It’s so difficult not to leap across the table and claim her right now.
My cock couldn’t be harder.
“What’s funny?” I ask.
“It’s just that we’ve sort of done things backward, haven’t we? People usually want to know more about somebody before … Well, you know.”
“Before they claim their hot, juicy, tasty pussy?”
I smirk when she glances down at the table.
“Such a shy virgin,” I tease lightly.
As if I’d have it any other way.
“Is real estate your passion?” I ask. “Do you have dreams, goals? I’m interested, Kimberly.”
She returns her gaze to mine.
The soft light dances across her cleavage, begging me to grab and palm and massage her flesh.
“Not really,” she says. “I know some people have these crazy passions since they were little kids. They’ll start writing stories when they’re four years old and then they know for the rest of their lives that’s what they want to do. But all I’ve ever really wanted to do is support my big sister. That’s why I applied for the realtor job.”
“You’re close with your sister?” I say, bringing a bloody piece of steak to my lips.
Everything is reminding me of the juiciness of her pussy, even the steak. As I bite down, I can’t stop the dark and beastly part of my mind from imagining that I’m biting down on my woman’s ass cheeks, biting and feeling her squirm, hearing her moan, leaning back to stare at the lust-marked flesh.
“Yeah,” she says. “She raised me after our parents died. Well—we went into care together first. I was two and she was thirteen at the time. But then when she turned eighteen, she worked her butt off so that she’d be able to take me in. I owe her a lot. She’s an artist, super talented, and I guess my dream is to see her become successful in that, you know?”
My chest blazes at the selflessness of that statement. It’s the sort of thing a perfect mother would say, the woman who’s going to take incredible care of our children, who’s always going to make sure they’re filled with love and belonging.
“What?” she says, smiling shakily. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” I smirk.
She giggles. “Like this.”
She makes her face ultra-serious, pouting her lips, lowering her eyebrows. I can’t help but laugh, big, booming laughter that travels around the cavernous room and returns to us in echoes.
“I was just thinking about what an incredible mother you’re going to make.”
She gasps. Her mouth falling open.
“Wait, what?”
“Haven’t I mentioned that yet?” I say. “You’re going to give me children, Kimberly, and a lot of them. I’ve never thought about having children before. I never dreamed I’d find a woman I wanted to do that with. But when I saw you – when I saw those big gorgeous tits, perfect for milking, and those wide beautiful hips – I knew I had to put my heir into your belly.”
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “This is—Are you serious?”
“This is what?” I ask. “What were you going to say?”
“This is like a dream,” she murmurs. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. But I never thought you’d feel the same. I thought I was just being silly, letting my thoughts run away from me.”
“There’s nothing silly about my need for you,” I snarl.
I reach across the table and touch her cheek, trying to be as gentle as possible. Any second, I feel like I could snap and move my hand to her throat, use it as a grip to guide her to my engorged manhood, and drive my throbbing helm right to the base of her throat.