Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Me, too. “We’re going see a doctor the moment we get home. I want a medical professional to check you out and make sure everything is okay.”
“The books said most doctors don’t schedule the first appointment for a few weeks,” she grumbles.
“Fuck that. I’ll make sure some doctor sees us.” I don’t care if I have to bribe or kick someone’s ass, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure my little spitfire and our baby are okay.
Once her stomach settles, I help Piper brush her teeth and then carry her back to bed. “We’re going to take the morning off.” After lying next to her, I pull her luscious body next to mine. “Let’s rest a little, then I’ll give you the back rub we never got to the other night.”
“I can’t say no to that offer.” She snuggles next to me and falls instantly asleep. While I lie there and listen to her soft, deep breathing, I start rearranging all my plans since the pregnancy has rearranged my priorities.
A few hours later, I blink awake and realize something is very, very right. “It’s about time you woke up, sleepy head.” Piper smiles around my dick before wrapping her luscious lips around it and sucking hard.
“Fuck. I can’t believe I slept through a moment of this. Do you feel good enough to do this?” Please, let her say yes. I think I might die if she stops what she’s doing.
I grasp the back of her head and lift my hips. She gently squeezes my balls while I grit my teeth, attempting to hold off the orgasm racing up my spine.
My little spitfire alternates between stroking the bottom part of my cock and caressing my nuts, driving me nuts. All too soon, I feel my control slipping away. There’s no way I’m coming without my spitfire, so I lift her off of me and lay her gently back against the pillow.
“Hey,” she complains, but I ignore her grumbles and slowly kiss my way down her luscious curves.
“Do we have to have the whole who’s in charge argument again?” I tease. We both know she’s the boss.
Before she’s able to answer, I close my lips over one of her sweet berry red nipples and Piper sighs. “You can be in charge this time.”
When I bite down gently on the little morsel, she flinches away from me. “What the fuck?” I can’t stand the thought of hurting her.
“They’re super sensitive.” She leans up on her elbows and winks. “You’re going to have to go easy on them for the next eight months or so.”
“Is this okay?” I ask and gently suck the tender bud into my mouth. I watch my girl for signs of discomfort, but her sighs of pleasure tell me she’s enjoying my toned-down efforts. Once I give both of her tits equal attention, I kiss my way down the front of her body. I stop and whisper to my child, “Take it easy on your mom, son.”
“It’s a girl,” Piper insists.
“We’ll see.” I run my tongue along her belly button, then continue my path down her luscious body. I settle between her silky thighs and spread her pussy lips open for my tongue. I taste her sweetness then go to work blowing her mind.
I nip and suck on every inch of the sweet flesh until my girl begs me, “Please fuck me.”
I can’t deny her anything. After giving her clit one more lick, I crawl over her tempting body.
I line my cock up with her wet opening and slowly press into heaven. I nearly come when her silky walls clench around my sensitive cock. “I love you,” I groan and lean back so I can stare into her dark eyes while I thrust.
“I love you, too.” Piper’s words nearly send me over the edge. I take a deep breath and call on every ounce of my control so I can pleasure her before I come.
Her sharp nails dig into my back, and the tiny sting adds to my pleasure and decimates my control. “I can’t hold out much longer. Come for me, spitfire.” I slide my hand between our bodies and rub firm circles on her clit. When she detonates, I come with her.
When Dillon decides to do something, he doesn’t let anything stand in his way. I’m not sure how he managed it, but we have an appointment with a doctor tomorrow morning. This means I have to get my work done here in Houston so we can both fly home tonight.
I don’t argue when my Neanderthal insists on coming to the shoot with me. “You can’t interfere,” I tell Dillon when he helps me into the passenger side of his rental car. “This is my job.”
“Don’t worry, spitfire.” I notice that he conveniently neglects to agree, but I’m too caught up in my happiness to argue right now. Not that it would do me any good anyway.