Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“Just think of it.” Dipping my hand between her legs, I find her nub and work it with my fingers. She raises her leg and hooks it around mine, spreading herself wider. “That life growing inside you. A gift I put there.”
She arches against me, whining in her frenzy to come. I respond by moving faster and deeper, flicking her clit until she tightens around my shaft. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
“God, Callum…”
“Say it. Say you like it. Say you’ll have my baby,” I growl.
“Callum, I’m going…”
“I will stop fucking you right now unless you say it.” The hand over her clit goes still, and I barely move inside her—not easy when I’m this close, but I have to prove a point. A groan of frustration slips from her lips.
“Please…” she whines.
“You want to come? Does your pretty pussy want to drench my cock?” She can only moan her response, jerking her hips mindlessly, desperate for relief while she fucks herself on my cock. “If so, say it. Give me what I want.”
“Yes!” she sobs. “Yes, yes, I want it! I want your baby!”
I chuckle against her shoulder before biting down on her soft flesh. The lightest stroke against her swollen clit makes her cunt twitch and flutter around my thrusting cock. “That’s my good little bird. You squeeze my cock so good. Your tiny little cunt is trying to suck all the cum out of me, isn’t it?”
“Please,” she rasps, straining against me. A deep red flush covers her chest, neck, and face. Tears slip down her face. She’s so fucking pretty when she cries. Her orgasms are always intense, and this one is no different. “Please, I need to come.”
Yes, because only I have that power. Only I can give her what she needs, what she was made for. “You’re going to let me knock you up?”
“Yes, yes!”
“And you’re mine? Forever?”
“Always.” Reaching back, she closes a hand around my neck and pulls me down for a deep, sloppy kiss that lifts my balls and starts the frisson of sensation at the base of my spine. I take her deeper and harder until the bed rocks under our writhing bodies.
She arches again, going stiff, hanging on that razor-thin line between torment and relief until the line breaks, and she falls back against me, her sweet sighs pairing with a flutter of muscles that milk me so tightly.
I have no choice but to give her pussy what it wants, letting go, releasing my hot, sticky fluid, bathing her womb in what’s going to make our baby. Blood rushes in my ears while I roar against her sweaty neck and my balls empty.
Nothing in the world compares to this. There’s no deal, no payday, nothing that can touch the all-consuming rush of pouring myself into her willing body. I could spend the rest of my life inside her and never feel I missed out on anything. This is enough.
“Shit.” I wind my arms around her trembling body and bury my face against the nape of her neck. “That was intense. I might not be able to get up for the rest of the night.”
Her laughter is soft, musical, and still a little breathless. “You meant that, didn’t you?”
“What? The baby?”
She nods, and I lift my head, then roll her onto her back so we’re face to face. Sweat has hair sticking to her cheek, and I brush it away while speaking carefully. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. It’s important to me that you have our baby. I want nothing more in this world.”
“Tatum is already grown up. What made you wait this long if you want a bigger family?”
She has a way of asking the most complex questions in an innocent way. I don’t know whether I love her or hate her for it. There’s something disarming about her. She makes me want to share everything. “That’s not an easy thing to explain.”
“I’m not trying to be pushy. I only want to understand. What’s so different now?”
The fact that she even has to ask means I haven’t done a good job of showing her everything she means to me. I’ll need to work on that. She makes me want to be the man she needs and deserves. I’ve already come close to losing her too many times. I don’t know if I can go through it again.
When I think of it that way, pushing my pride aside and sharing myself doesn’t seem like too big of a sacrifice.
There’s a single word that sums up everything, the answer to her question and every uncertainty I’ve wrestled with for years. “You.”
Her forehead wrinkles the way it always does when she’s confused. “I don’t get it.”
“You’re the difference. And I don’t mean because you’re young and healthy. It’s taken me a long time to find a woman worthy of my trust.”