Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
This was just the beginning.
Yes, I’d had to punish her. But she’d been good. Now it was time to reward her.
I started to drive into her at a steady pace, clocking her orgasms as they came, fast and furious. Her slick pussy squeezed my cock deliciously. She convulsed helplessly on my rod as she came over and over again. Twice . . . three times. I reached around to play with her nipples and she came a fourth time.
I felt my balls tighten up and I knew I was going to come inside her. I knew it was going to be big. Pulling out the way I had during her punishment had been torture. I wanted my seed inside her, where it belonged.
I made a vow never to pull out again.
My hand slid down to strum against her clit. She screamed as the orgasm took her. The biggest one yet. It was too much. My body reacted instantly, the seed blasting from the tip of my cock with such force I thought I might fall over.
“Fuck,” I hissed between my teeth as my balls pumped a massive load straight into her womb. Her pussy grabbed on tight and milked me, pulling every drop deep inside her, where it could do its job.
Where we could make a baby.
A baby would keep her from running around and getting herself into trouble.
It was time to breed her, if I hadn’t already.
“Ah!”
Kelly was still coming as I held her hips steady. I was determined to get my come up inside her and keep it there. She bounced on my cock as she continued to come, longer and harder than I’d ever seen her come before. I felt myself getting hard again, with my head still leaking the last few drops into her as her pussy pulled on me.
Finally, she collapsed forward. I wanted to keep fucking her, and I would. But it was time to move it to the bed. I scooped her up and turned off the shower, wrapping her in an oversized towel.
“Come on, sweetheart. I want to fuck you in the bed.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Kelly
“I want another one. Give me one more.”
Cain’s gravelly voice was insistent as he tugged on my nipples. He kissed my lips, his handsome face moving above me as he slid in and out of me. I cried out, so close to coming again. Each orgasm was more intense than the last. I could barely speak anymore, I was so overwhelmed.
“Just one more, baby girl. I’m going to come. Come with me.”
He was fucking me, slow and steady. I felt the tingle I always got before he came. It did something crazy to me every time. His shaft expanded inside me, and I tipped over the edge just as the first jet of his seed exploded inside me.
“I love you . . .” he gritted out as his hips bucked. “I love you so much, Kelly.”
His words did something to me. My body clamped down on him, hard. I wanted him to fill me up with his seed the way his words filled up my heart. I realized those were the words I’d been waiting to hear all along. I realized how badly I had needed to hear them.
It was a few more minutes before I could speak again.
Cain had me cradled in his arms, the sweat cooling on our overheated bodies. He ran his hand over my skin, and I shivered, a faint echo of my last orgasm running through me.
“Did you mean what you said?”
His lips quirked in a slow smile.
“I’m coming? Yeah, I meant that.”
I slapped his chest.
“No. The other thing.”
“You mean when I said, ‘I love you’?”
I nodded, looking up at him.
“Of course I love you, woman. What the hell do you think I’ve been doing these past two years?”
I giggled, satisfied.
“You loved me this whole time?”
He squeezed my side.
“Yes.”
I looked at him shyly. I had needed to hear the words. I was pretty sure he did too.
“I love you too, Cain.”
He squeezed me hard and kissed me again.
“I know.”
I watched as Cain tossed some salt into a pot and stirred it. We were hanging out while he cooked for me. It felt so natural, so normal, it made my heart sing.
“So, do you cook at all?”
I shook my head.
“No. Not really.”
“But you like cooking shows.”
“Yes, I like learning about it.”
“Explain.”
I loved that he wanted to know about me. He studied me like a textbook, though he made it a lot more fun than school. I wanted to know all about him too, I realized. He’d already told me he learned to cook young because his mom was sick. I had a lump in my throat every time I thought about little Cain, helping his mom after his dad died in combat. No wonder he was so serious all the time.