Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Think you can come for me in three minutes?” He asks as his cock nudges my entrance. I’m already so wet and soaking that I’m dripping. He’s been teasing me all day, sending me sexy text messages while I worked at the shop with Mom. Then he made my favorite meal for dinner and said the filthiest things as he fed me.
“It’s you. I could come in thirty seconds.” We’re sitting on a blanket in the grass. We’re in the lotus position because it’s my favorite one. I love the intimacy of it and how it allows us to bond with each other.
My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers tugging lightly at his hair. It feels like we’re touching everywhere, connected everywhere, and I love that.
He rocks against me, his cock seeking my warmth. He grunts against my hair, “You look so beautiful naked under the moonlight.”
I groan at his words and bounce up and down. “I love moments like these with you.”
He growls and ducks his head, pulling one of my breasts into his mouth. He circles my nipple with his tongue and sucks on the stiffened peak before moving to give the other breast the same careful attention.
He slips one of his hands between our bodies and swirls the pad of his thumb around my clit, whispering, “Come for me.”
I ride his hand, crying out my pleasure into the night as he gives one delicious orgasm after another. When it’s over and I’m finally spent, he flips me onto my back and stretches over me. I’ve forgotten all about the camera and the photos. I don’t care what it captures at this point. All I know is I need my man’s cock inside of me right now.
He lines up our bodies. “Now, you’ll take my cock like a good girl, and you’ll give me babies.”
Without waiting for a response, Grizz thrusts into me in one smooth glide. I’m already primed from my earlier orgasms so all I feel is pleasure as he fills me up. “So fuckin’ good.”
I nod, barely trusting myself to speak. It’s always so good with him. He makes every touch, every moment, every orgasm even better than the last.
“I need one more,” he tells me as he rolls his hips, grinding against my clit. “Give me one more, so I can make you a mommy.”
“Grizz…” I call his name, about to confess that we’ve already made a baby when the orgasm rolls through me. It comes suddenly with the force of a tsunami and steals the breath from my lungs, leaving me panting.
He comes just as I do, grunting into my ear and telling me how much he loves me, how precious I am to him, and how he’s so proud to be my husband.
When it’s over, he collapses onto the blanket next to me and pulls me onto his chest. I listen to the sound of his heartbeat. It’s my favorite sound in the world, the one that reassures me my man is strong and healthy.
He runs his fingers through my hair and for a long moment, neither of us say anything. Finally, I lift my head. “About what you said…about the babies.”
“What about it?” He frowns at me.
We’ve had conversations about babies, about wanting them whenever they come into our lives, so I’m not nervous. More than that, I know that Grizz will make an amazing father. Even now, he’s still in therapy and on his medication.
He used to think his mental health would make him a terrible husband and father. Then I pointed out to him that his battles make him a stronger husband, just like I suspect they’ll make him a stronger father. Because of his depression, he has deeper empathy for others. He understands how to be there for them, and he knows the warning signs that someone might need help.
I don’t know where to start with what I’m about to tell him. He doesn’t even know that I’ve been getting sick to my stomach. We’ve been apart each time it happened, and I just assumed that I caught whatever stomach bug was going on around. “Well, I was at the shop with Mom today, and I kind of threw up. Again. So I thought—”
His expression shifts to one of alarm. “Fuck, sweetheart. Are you sick? We can—”
“I’m not sick,” I rush to reassure him and take his hand. I put it on my bare stomach. “But I am carrying your baby.”
He pulls me close, wrapping an arm around me. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t do it by myself,” I chuckle softly.
He chuckles too and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “I can’t wait to meet our little bundle and build a family together.”
I nod, feeling my own heart well with emotion. I never realized I could be this happy. Now I have a handsome husband and a beautiful baby on the way.