Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
He slowly moves back up my body, trailing little kisses along the way. He pulls my body up into a sitting position, then he puts his legs either side of my lap and takes his cock, grinning at me. It’s right in my face and oh, it’s beautiful. I snake my tongue out and slide it around the head, he groans and tangles his hand in my hair, bringing my mouth over him. He hisses through his teeth as he gently works his hips, sliding his length in and out of my mouth.
“Best fuckin’ mouth, my little hoover.”
I chuckle around him, and he groans at the vibrations. He takes the side of my face and pulls me backwards, grinning down at me.
“I’ll cum if you keep that up. Lie down and spread your legs.”
I smile wistfully at him and slide down the bed, spreading my legs. He moves down over me and positions himself between my thighs. He wraps my legs around him and then presses against my entrance.
“Want this, baby?”
“You know I do,” I mewl.
“Tell me how much.”
“Fuck me, Jagger. Don’t play.”
He growls. “Say that again.”
“Fuck me, please.”
He slides into me in one, hard thrust and I groan raggedly. I grate my nails down his back when he starts that perfect thrusting, hitting the right spot each time. My nails break his skin when he picks up the pace and he growls, a mix of pleasure and pain. His lips are on my neck, biting and nibbling, sending me over the edge.
“Tell me how good it feels,” he rasps, “tell me.”
“So good,” I whimper, “so good. Jagger, your cock is so fucking good.”
“More,” he growls.
“I love you fucking me. I love how you feel inside me. I love when you make me cum.”
“Fuck,” he growls, thrusting harder. “Say my name.”
“Jagger.”
“The other one.”
“Johnny,” I whimper.
“Again,” he orders, thrusting harder and faster. It feels so fucking good.
“Johnny, I’m going to...oh, oh...fuck me harder.”
He hisses and beings slamming into me harder and faster. I cry out as an orgasm shatters me. Blood coat my hands as I scratch at his back, thrashing and turning as pleasure washes through me.
“Gonna cum, fuck...”
He explodes with a roar and his body slams into mine so hard my head hits the headboard. He puts his hand in the way and keeps moving until he’s wrung every last shudder from both of us. He slides off, rolling so he’s lying next to me. He pulls me into his arms and together, we lay like that, happy and content, until our breathing slows and we fall into a delicious sleep.
Together.
At peace.
For the first time.
JAGGER
The sounds of her vomiting can be heard the moment I open my eyes the next morning.
Concerned, I get out of the bed and rub the sleep from my eyes. She wasn’t sick last night. Oh no, she was far from sick. She writhed beneath me, talking dirty to me while I fucked her. She certainly wasn’t sick. I pull on my jeans and walk into the bathroom. She’s over the toilet, naked and hurling.
Shit.
“Hey,” I say, walking over and stroking her damp hair from her forehead when she lifts up and flushes. “You ok?”
“Jagger, I need you to do something for me,” she whispers.
“What’s that?”
She looks up at me and her face is pale, making her green eyes stand out even more. “Get me a pregnancy test.”
My heart skips a beat. Did she just say pregnancy test? My eyes widen. “You pregnant, baby?”
“I think so.”
Shit.
Fuck.
Damn.
“Where do I get that?”
She smiles weakly. “Go to the store and buy one.”
Pregnant. Could it be? After everything? I kneel in front of her and swipe her hair again. “You sure you’re ok?”
“I’ll be ok,” she nods.
“I’ll be ten minutes, ok?”
She nods and slumps against the wall. I give her one last glance then rush out. It takes me half an hour to find the right spot and get the test. There are about ten different types, I don’t know which one is right, so I buy one of each. When I get back, Willow is on the bed with her knees tucked up to her chest. She has a bit of color in her cheeks now.
“I didn’t know which one to get, so I got them all.”
She smiles, weakly. “All of them?”
I shrug. “I had no idea which worked.”
“They all work, baby.”
I fucking love when she calls me baby.
“So, what now?” I ask.
“Give me five.”
She reaches into the bag and pulls out a box, and then she disappears into the bathroom. She comes back five minutes later with a stick in her hands, it’s upside down. She sits it on the table beside me and then crawls onto my lap. We both stare at it. A baby? Another baby. A sibling for Cody. He brings such joy to our lives, do we want to chance anything coming in and changing that?