Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
What the fuck? My eyebrows shot up so high they probably disappeared into my hair. It took a second for my brain to catch up to the situation.
I grinned, unable to stop myself because I was too busy suppressing my howl of laughter. She did not look amused. “I think she’s happy about it, but you’ll have to tell me after we’re married, and I’ve knocked you up.”
Samantha’s nose scrunched up and her brows furrowed as she absorbed my answer.
The laughter surfaced, and I closed the distance between us, pulling her into my arms. “This nursery is for our children, Samantha. I told you to be ready to be mine. And that means wearing my ring and having my babies. We’re going to make Gracelynn ours, and then we’ll give her some brothers and sisters.”
Understanding dawned on her face, and her pink lips formed a little O while her blue orbs lit up with happiness. “You’re asking me to marry you?” she gasped.
I rolled my eyes and picked her up, gently tossing her over my shoulder before marching to the door that connected the nursery with the master suite. “I’m not asking, baby doll. I’m telling you. We are getting married.”
10
Noah
Samantha squeaked when I tossed her on the bed, and she bounced a few times. I stalked to my dresser and opened the top drawer, where a small blue box was stuck in the corner. I took it out before closing the drawer and returned to the bed, setting it on the nightstand.
Then I crawled over her, my hulking body dwarfing hers as I bent my head to capture her lips with my own. Cinnamon and citrus filled my senses, and I desperately needed to know if she tasted as good as she smelled. I nudged the seam of her lips with my tongue, and to my satisfaction, she didn’t hesitate to part them. Shifting my weight to one hand, I dove the other into her silky, white-blond strands and clutched them in my fist. Then I tilted her head back, changing the angle as I plunged my tongue into her mouth.
Fuck, yeah. She tasted even better than I imagined, and it was fueling my raw hunger. I wasn’t going to last very long at this rate, and there was no way in hell that I would take my girl for the first time with a fast and hard fuck.
Groaning, I tore my mouth from hers and stared down at her bright blue pools, heated with desire. Her lips were puffy from my kiss, and her chin had a hint of redness from my beard.
My cock was about to burst through my pants, and the confinement had become painful. “Stay,” I ordered as I climbed off the bed.
“I’m not a dog,” Samantha grumped, then she mumbled, “But if you promise more of those kisses, I’ll stay anywhere you want.”
“Oh, baby doll,” I said with a shake of my head and a tone full of warning. “You shouldn’t promise me things like that.”
She giggled, but then she saw the seriousness on my face and her laughter died into an awkward silence.
Without taking my eyes off her, I kicked off my shoes, then unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged so it fell to the carpet. A smug smile curved my mouth when she stared at my sculpted chest and licked her lips. It distracted her while I unzipped my pants and pushed them and my boxer briefs over my hips. But when I freed my long, thick rod, it bounced up and smacked me in the stomach, drawing her attention. I swiftly bent over and pulled them completely off. Then I removed my socks before straightening.
Samantha gasped as she leaned up on her elbows and stared at my groin with a mixture of curiosity and fear.
“Do you trust me, baby doll?” I asked softly.
Her eyes jumped to my face and softened before she nodded. I smiled, my heart lifting at her immediate response.
“Then trust me when I say that it will be okay. Trust me to make this good for you.” I climbed back onto the bed and peeled off her socks, then helped her sit up so I could lift her sweater over her head and drop it off the side of the bed. Her big, luscious tits were practically spilling out of her blue silk bra, and her turgid nipples looked like they were fighting to be free of the fabric.
I was more than happy to help them out of their cage. My index fingers dipped under the top of her bra and brushed over the rigid peaks. Samantha gasped and arched her back, pushing her tits up and making my cock leak. “So sensitive,” I grunted. “I wonder if I could make you come just from playing with these sexy tits.”