Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
She thinks for several seconds and then nods, and it takes everything in me not to grab some lube so I can fuck her ass. But I glance at the time on my clock and remember we need to get the girls soon. Ana might’ve said it’s no rush, but I don’t want to take advantage of her and Julian’s kindness.
“Another time,” I tell her, pushing her legs further apart and then lining myself up with her pussy.
With my hands gripping the curves of her hips, I enter her as deep as I can go and then draw out slowly. I do this a few times until Kira completely loses her patience and starts to meet me thrust for thrust.
“Do you feel how perfectly my cock fits inside your pussy?”
“Yes,” she moans, throwing her head back in pleasure.
Our reflections catch in my peripheral vision, and I realize I can see us from the bathroom mirror. Our bodies connecting, her ass jiggling with every thrust of my hips, her teardrop tits swaying back and forth. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open as she takes everything I have to give, giving it right back.
I reach around and find her already-sensitive clit, and it doesn’t take much to send her over the edge. Her pussy clamps down on my cock like a fucking vise, and I know it won’t be long until I’m filling her up. I thought I’d be thankful when she admitted she was on birth control, but instead, I found myself disappointed in the fact that no matter how many times I came in her, it wouldn’t end in her carrying my child.
The image of her swollen with my baby has me gripping her hips tighter and fucking her harder, hoping against all odds that I’ll fuck her so good that she’ll get pregnant.
With that thought, my orgasm slams through me, and I keep going until I’ve drained every last drop into her.
“Open your eyes and look at us,” I choke out, wanting her to see what I see. “Look how good we look together. Our bodies so close that you can’t tell where I end and you begin.”
Her eyes pop open, and she turns her head to the left, her mesmerizing blue eyes meeting mine. Her skin is damp with perspiration, her puffy lips parted as she tries to catch her breath. Her hair is a mess, she has no makeup on, and I’ve never found a woman to be more beautiful.
As I look at us in the mirror, it hits me how quickly I’ve fallen for this woman and how badly I want to claim her and make her mine in every way possible.
Starting with marrying her.
But in order to do that, she has to get divorced first, which means I need to find a way to handle her ex as soon as possible. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned from being a Du Ponte, it’s that when we want something, nothing and nobody can stand in our way.
Brian had better watch out because I’m coming for him, and I won’t stop until Kira’s mine and that piece of shit is out of her life for good.
Ryder,
I hope you are doing well. Margorie mentioned you haven’t RSVP’d for the Du Ponte Enterprises picnic. I understand you have personal issues with our father, but please remember that we’re brothers, and it would mean a lot to me if you attended. The media will be there, and it’s important that we put on a united front. I don’t ask a lot from you, but I am asking you for this.
Sincerely,
Eric
I groan at his formality, wondering if other families are like this.
“What’s wrong?” Kira asks, snuggling into my side on the couch.
After we picked up the girls, we spent the morning at the park and then came home for nap time. I wasn’t sure how the vibe would be now that we’d made it clear that we were more to each other, but it feels easy and natural, and the last thing I want is to pop our safe little bubble.
“My family has an annual Fourth of July picnic every year. I didn’t go last year because Addie was only a few months old and Nora had just left. The year before, I hadn’t attended because we were dealing with the upcoming wedding. My brother is running for presidency in the upcoming election and is giving me shit about attending. It’s a whole fucking ordeal, and I don’t really want Addie in the media. I know it comes with our family name, but I’ve managed to keep her out of it so far.”
“So, why don’t you keep Addie here with me? I can stay with her for the weekend, and you can go and enjoy yourself. I know you’re not thrilled about being around your family, but consider it a little mini getaway.”