Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
“And that’s why you’re back in Linesworth.”
“Exactly. I want to settle down. Have a bunch of sons, and teach them how to play hockey. Teach them everything I know so that they can be even better players than I was, and better men than me too.” I keep gently kneading her breasts. Nothing strong enough to distract her, but just enough to keep the intensity rolling.
“That seems like a tall order if you’ve made millions on the ice, and you’re one hell of a man already.”
“I’ll try anyway.”
She chuckles, looking into my eyes. “You don’t seem like you’re planning on adopting all those sons, so I’m guessing you’re going to need a wife to make that happen, Baker.”
I share a deep, powerful gaze with her as I speak to her. “Yes. I will. And I’m looking at one hell of a candidate to make my dreams come true with, Cookie.”
She flutters her eyelashes, somehow seducing me with a simple facial expression.
I tear away from her. I turn down the stove. We did all the prep work, the hard part is done. As hungry as I am though, the metaphorical hunger has overtaken the literal hunger once again.
“What are you doing, Baker?”
“You, Cookie. I’m doing you,” I sweep her off the stool, carrying her away as she laughs playfully. “Dinner can wait.”
7
COOKIE
I inspired something amazing in him. He’s storming up the stairs like a man possessed, carrying me in his arms. He damn near kicks open a door and hauls me over to a king-sized bed and plants me right on it. I bounce ever so slightly when I hit the mattress.
He plants a powerful kiss on me. His flannel shirt, which I put on not even an hour ago, is torn off me and thrown to the side. He wants me now, and he wants me bad.
I told him the truth. My odd fantasy, one that belies my age. While all my friends in high school were terrified of getting knocked up, I’ve been fetishizing it.
Of course, I want it to be with someone who truly loves me. And someone who will definitely care for me. I’m not so foolish as to just spread my legs for anyone. A family has to be started with a real man, and Baker is most definitely a real man.
He hurriedly undresses himself to join me in being naked, so we can fully enjoy one another’s flesh once again. A kiss on my lips, as sweet and ecstatic as the last three dozen he has planted on me today.
Baker’s body presses against mine, his presence radiating over me so magnificently. I feel his muscles, I feel his firmness as well as his softness. He really is the perfect man for me in every way I can imagine.
I feel his cock throb hard against my thigh. He seems to be harder than he ever was before, like he wants this most of all.
And I feel exactly the same.
“I need you. I’m taking you, Cookie. If you have any second thoughts, speak now or forever hold your peace, babe.”
I shake my head. “Take me. I’m more than ready for you, Baker.”
To drive my point home, I reach between us and take his cock into my hand, stroking him, guiding him. Feeling his cock inch closer to my sex, for him to claim me, to end my status as a virgin forever.
I’m nodding with enthusiasm, and he kisses me once more as his cock prods and pushes into my wet pussy. I’m tense, somewhat worried about a man of his size and how inexperienced I am, but I’m safe with Baker. He’ll take care of me, no matter what.
I shudder with anticipation for what’s to come as his cock inches into me, bit by bit, until I’ve suddenly taken all of him. All the worries and horror stories weren’t true, at least for me, because all I feel is pure pleasure. It must be the magic of my own personal Santa.
My heart pounds as I take all of him, surprised that I can. But I shouldn’t be. He’s been perfect in so many other ways, why would it stop here?
He holds me close, and shares another kiss, waiting for me to protest. “Give me all of it,” I whisper, a smile on my face to destroy all doubts.
Feeling his cock slide out of me, God, it feels so damn good. Once I get over my worries, it begins to really turn into something magical. The second time he penetrates me I’m hit with such a shock of pleasure I cry out for him.
His warm grasp keeps me comforted as I deal with the immenseness of everything coming my way. Of it all hitting me again, every stroke feeling more intense than the last. I look into his eyes, intense but caring all the same. He knows he’s so big compared to me, even if I never thought of myself as someone easily breakable. It’s the thought that counts and I love him for it.