Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Slowly I widen my legs, pushing her knees outward until she has almost no leverage and her body is open for the taking. I stroke her slowly at first, easing her into the sensation of having my shaft moving in and out of her pussy.
She whimpers against my mouth. I draw back. “You okay?”
She nods. “Yeah. You fit...barely.” She gives me a weak, shaky smile.
“I’m going to be careful with you.” I swipe the hair away from her face. “You’re precious to me. I only want you to feel good. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s not, and it is, but don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.” She pushes on my shoulders and lifts herself up and then falls again. I take over from there, thrusting into her. My groans mingle with her cries and the wet suck of her cunt as she takes every inch of me.
I press my heels into the floor and drive upward, each thrust more powerful than the last until her orgasm seizes her. She throws her head back and screams her release. I let myself go, my cum shooting through my cock and into her ripe cunt.
She collapses in my arms, and we both struggle to regain our breath. On unsteady legs, I rise with her still clutched around my body. I make it over to the sofa and then collapse, drawing a blanket over us. “We’re going to rest here for five and then I’m taking you upstairs to clean you up and put you to bed.”
She nods and then passes out. She barely rouses when I finally get a little of my strength back and am able to get to my feet.
“Taking you upstairs, Button.”
She rubs her chin against my chest, more kitten-like than Gremlin has ever been. My cat greets us at the top of the stairs with an unhappy meow. The little bit is hungry. I gently lay Morgan on the bed. “In a sec, Gremlin. Gotta take care of your new mistress.”
In the bathroom, I run a couple washcloths under hot water and take them back to the bed. One of them I place between her legs and the other I use to wipe the sweat off her body. Her eyes flutter open while I’m cleaning her.
“I feel like a baby,” she says softly. “My arms are like noodles.” She raises one arm and lets it flop back onto the mattress.
“You are mine to baby, and your arms don’t have to be strong. That’s why I’m here.” I remove the cloth between her legs, pull the blankets up to her chin, and give her forehead a kiss. “I’m going to feed Gremlin before he claws my Achilles in half, and then I’ll be back up here with some food for you.”
I give her another kiss, this time on her sweet lips. Gremlin bats at my ankle as I reach the stairs. “I’m moving,” I tell him. He meows and motors down the stairs in excitement. Or hunger. After I’m done tending to the cat, I heat up a carton of chicken noodle soup and bake some biscuits from a can. A glass of milk for her and a beer for me finishes off the tray. When I return to the bedroom, Morgan grips the blanket to her chest as she scoots upright.
“The soup smells amazing. Did your mom make that?”
“Affirmative. Homemade soup is outside of my skill set.” I lay the tray across her legs and then drag a chair over. I dip the spoon into the soup. “Open up.”
“I can feed myself,” she protests.
“I know, but this is part of me taking care of you.” I wait until her lips part. She lets me feed her, alternating between the soup and the biscuits. I steal some for myself but make sure her belly is full. By the time we are scraping the bottom of the bowl, her eyelids start to droop. She slides back down and tucks her hands under her cheek. She might not be a baby, but she’s as sweet and innocent as one. My heart swells as I think of the gift she gave me. She’s mine to protect now, and I’ll mow down anything that stands in the way of us being together.
CHAPTER 16
MORGAN
When I wake, it’s dark out, but Eros left the bathroom light on with the door cracked open so that I could see. I bet he worried I would wake up and forget where I was. The man is very thoughtful. I watch him sleep knowing it’s creepy, but I don’t care. He’s this puzzle I can’t work out in my head. Grams always told me that one day I’d find a man I couldn’t resist. I used to always laugh, thinking she was being ridiculous. She’d been right, as always.
Now what? A weird panic starts to rise inside of me. My mind begins getting away from me, wondering what it is that Eros sees in me. I’m a bit odd. There is no denying that. I’m not your typical girl. Plus, I have strange family baggage that I try to avoid myself. I’m sure he’d want no part of it either.