Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Well, that sucks,” I said, so disappointed I thought I might cry. “Surely one little orgasm wouldn’t hurt.”
“Like I’d give you a little orgasm,” he scoffed.
That got a giggle out of me, easing some of the sexual tension. Just not much. “I’m not sure I’ll survive this,” I said with a sigh. “And the really funny thing is, I never really cared before. The first time I’ve actually had any kind of sexual pleasure since all this started was that first night when we had sex. Then I ruined it.”
“You did no such thing. And this is the last time I want to hear about it.” He gave me another hard kiss. “If anyone was to blame, it was me. I ain’t sorry I fucked you, though. Just sorry I couldn’t make you understand everything I was feeling before I fucked you.” He stood and scooped me up. “Let’s get a shower. We can’t fool around much, but I can bare myself to you like you have to me.”
Well, that wasn’t cryptic or anything.
Chapter Eight
Ripper
Just the thought of what I was about to do made me cringe. But I could tell Emmanuell needed this. She hadn’t said anything, but what young woman wouldn’t be horrified at how her body changed with such an extreme pregnancy? I thought she looked beautiful, sexy as fuck where those babies were growing. But I also was smart enough to know she’d never see herself that way. So it was time to give her part of myself I never showed the world.
“Can you start the shower while I undress, baby?”
“Of course,” she said, eyeing me curiously.
By the time she’d gotten the water started, I had my pants down my legs and was ready to remove my prosthesis. I purposefully waited until she was watching before I started sliding the sleeve that went up my thigh, almost to my groin, down my leg until it was inside out and hanging over my ankle. I slid my leg out of the prosthesis and set the artificial leg aside. Then there were two stretchy, cloth sleeves over my leg I had to remove. One of them was just a liner for extra cushion, the other had the umbrella and pin that fit against my stump to hold the prosthesis in place. I tossed both aside.
“Will you hand me my crutches?” I nodded to the corner of the room where they leaned against the wall. Normally, I had them within easy reach, but I wanted to involve her in this. For her to see and realize I was just as vulnerable as she was.
“Of course,” she said again softly, doing as I asked. While she did, I finished taking off my jeans and underwear, as well as my shirt. Sure, I was minus a leg below the knee, but my body was still ripped and fit with bulky muscles. Even my thighs were filled out, despite the amputation. I wanted her to see my strength, but I also wanted her to see my weaknesses.
“Thank you,” I said with a grin when she handed them to me. I stood, towering over her smaller frame. She looked up at me in wonder, like I was fucking Superman or some shit. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to my chest puffing out just a little. Might have flexed my chest and abs just a little too.
“Wow,” she said in a whisper. “You’re really built.”
“You saw me before,” I said with a smirk. “You already knew that.”
“Well, yeah,” she said, reaching out to lay a tentative hand on my chest, exploring what she found there. “But I haven’t seen you like this.” She looked up at me. “You’re magnificent.”
“You sure know how to stroke a guy’s ego.” I chuckled, urging her into the shower. “Get in. I need help washin’ myself.”
She gave me a skeptical look. “I doubt that.” Then she grinned. “But if it means I get to grope you all over, count me in.”
And grope me she did. Lord help me, I loved every blistering second of it. I was hard as fuck but never wanted her to stop.
I moved to the bench in the shower, maneuvering with the bars to balance myself, then just let her take over. She soaped every inch of my skin with her hands. Her touch lingered on my chest and arms. When I stood, she knelt before me and kissed my abdomen, tracing the ridges with her tongue. Before I could stop her, she engulfed the head of my cock in her mouth where it stood out hard and proud between my legs where she knelt.
“Fuck, Emmanuell! Fuck!” Before I could stop myself, my hand had fisted in her hair, holding her still even as my hips thrust subtly. I couldn’t stay still, needing to fuck her mouth until I came down her sweet throat.