Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
I fight back my orgasm. Cum is already dripping from my cock like I’ve sprung a damn leak. I keep my focus, though, as she’s still lost in pleasure. I tell myself this is what is best for her in the long run. Even without the thin membrane of her virginity, it’s going to be rough the first time she takes me inside her tiny body.
I break through it. A loud gasp comes from her. I keep working her overly sensitive clit to draw her body's attention away from the pain. I milk out the rest of her orgasm, her legs shaking. Each time I flick my tongue over her clit, her whole body jerks.
“Too much.” She reaches down, trying to put her hand over her clit. I let her. She cups her sex, protecting her little clit. I kiss her hands before I rise to my feet, her legs dangling over the side of the bed.
I wrap my hand around my cock, smearing her blood across it. I both hate and love seeing the evidence of her innocence on my fingers and now my dick. It doesn’t actually matter to me if she’s been with a million men or none, but it does help with the uncontrollable jealousy I have when it comes to her.
I can’t help but relish the fact that I’m the only man that will ever have the gift of being inside of her, but I hate the fucking pain I have to cause her.
“Move your hand,” I order her as I stroke myself faster.
She does as she’s told, watching me. “Fuck.” I groan as I start to come. It shoots out of my cock, landing across her pussy, thighs, and stomach. A few drops even manage to splash across her tits. I stare down at her, still stroking myself. My cock refuses to go down.
Her body is covered in my release. A sweet smile pulls at her lips as she stares up at me. This girl is too sweet and pure to be real. What’s even more fucked up is she’s letting me have her. I drop down over her, taking her mouth.
She wraps herself around me, parting her lips, letting me take what I want from her.
I have no doubt I’m madly in love with this woman. There is nothing I won’t do to have her. I’ve never feared anything in my life until her. Never longed for anything either.
This tiny woman is literally my whole word. I’m finally a believer. It took her to make me one.
12
Savannah
“I’m going to end him,” I tell Ollie as I take a sip of my yummy caramel Frappuccino. Her eyes widen before she pulls the stick out of the cake pop she shoved into her mouth so that she could chew the giant bite. “How's the new diet?”
“I’ll end you,” she somehow manages to say around a mouth full of cake. I snort a laugh.
The other night she sent me links to some whole grain healthy ways of eating for pregnant women. I knew that would last all of five seconds. If she tells me she wants one of those natural water births, I'm gonna call 911.
“I’m glad you’re back on the sugar and carb train.” We don’t both need to be all worked up right now. She chews her cake pop, swallowing it down.
“Why do you want to end Archer? What did he do?”
“He won’t have sex with me.”
Ollie’s eyes widen. “So not what I thought you were going to say. The man is always all over you.”
“I know, but we never go all the way.” I pick up my drink and suck half of it down before Ollie snaps it from my hand.
“Brain freeze warning.” She puts my drink back down on the table.
“Sorry. I’m sexually frustrated.”
“I think the rules are that you can’t be getting orgasms in order to be sexually frustrated.”
“Well, I’m something.” I huff. “Let’s stay on task. What’s left to do for the wedding?”
“Nothing really. This wedding planner is awesome. She texts me things, and I just pick what I want.”
“Still can’t believe you’re getting married and that you're pregnant.” It’s crazy how fast things can change. “I don’t have a place to live.” As if on cue, my phone starts to vibrate on the table. My grandfather's lawyer William’s name shows on the screen.
“He always gave me the creeps.” Ollie reaches out and clears the call for me.
“He’s calling to evict me, I'm sure of it.”
“Or to ask you out again.” We both make a face. “You’re living with Archer, and if you don’t want to live there you can live with me. You know that.”
“I’m not moving in with you. You’re having a baby and getting married. It was different when you lived at home with your dad. I would have considered it then.”