Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Oh, God.” I whimper, not prepared for the intensity of everything I am feeling.
“I knew you would be sweet everywhere.” His voice, deep and intense. He moves back and forth, sucking and biting each one, his mouth hot and wet, sparks striking all over my body. I find my hands in his hair, pulling him further into me, not wanting him to stop. His hands wrap around my waist, squeezing my hips before moving down to my ass. He rubs me against the front of him, a gasp leaving me as I feel his hardness trying to push through and violate me. His mouth leaves my tits and lands on my mouth and I feel like something is right about this. We were meant to be here at this moment.
How long will it last?
Chapter Eight
Stefano
To say that I am pacing a hole in the floor of the waiting room is an understatement. I am crazed losing my mind and worried about something happening to her. The fucking doctors won’t let me go in saying it is not good for her to be stressed while inseminating her. The nurse in the meantime is busy trying to tell me that there is a possibility it is not going to work. I block her annoying ass out. Even if this one doesn't work, by the time I am done filling her up myself, there is no doubt my child is going to be safely growing inside of her. Shit. I can see her already swollen tits, bigger and leaking as I sit her on top of my dick so she can ride it and feed me at the same time. I have to adjust my cock, moving it to the side of my boxers so it can stop staging a coup in my pants. How fucking long does it take to plant my hope inside of my future?
“She is ready, Mr. Baltierra.” Fucking finally. Walking down this hallway I am anxious to get inside of the room. I am not sure what to expect when I walk into the room but finding her half-dressed is not it.
“Jesus.” Son of a bitch I think as I run my hands down my face. She looks delicious like fruit picked from a tree ready to be devoured. Quicker than I can adjust my dick, I am on her; her perky pink nipples sliding in and out of my mouth as I wet them and love them. Hearing the moans coming from her as she grabs my head is about to get her ass fucked in this sterilized room making it dirty with her juice and my syrup. Not able to help myself, I pull her further into me rubbing her sensitive little pussy over my pant covered cock.
“Oh God,” she says. I can feel her knees getting weak.
“Come sweetness. Put your shirt on so I can take you home.” I give her one more lick, before putting her shirt over her head and picking her up.
“I can walk,” she says her voice barely a whisper. Even that makes my dick act out.
“I know my peach, but I need to have my hands on you some way to calm the beast inside of me. Kissing her forehead, we walk through the waiting area and into the back of the Lincoln. I don't bother putting her down as we slide in, knowing I am just going to bring her back to my lap. When I have her settled, her pussy over my rebellious cock, I can’t help but stare at her pale iridescent face. She is looking at me so virtuous, her eyes like a night sky emblazoned with a shooting star. Enchanting. I fill her shiver and immediately grab my jacket. “You cold baby?” she shakes her head as she bites her bottom lip. Why in the hell would she poke the bear? I growl fighting once again. Then I have to remember how pure my sweet girl is.
“No.,” she says, answering my question. Mercy. I beg for it before I lean my head and suck her lips into my mouth. I might have been able to go easy on her, but fuck if they don’t taste sweet as well. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this besides inhaling every part of her and defile any innocence she is comprised of. I force my tongue into her mouth, my hands traveling further down her body. She moans, giving me the opening I need to grab her tongue and imprison it. She attempts to playback with mine, so fucking cute trying to emulate my actions.
“Like this,” I say to her, showing her how to use one of the very things that are going to destroy me. Her eagerness is a big ass turn on as anything. My hands, a mind of their own, begin to travel up her chest, needing to touch as much of her as I can. The closer they come the more desperate she gets. Wiggling her ass on my lap, teasing my cock, she mewls as she begins to heat up. Fucking noise. When I finally reach her nipple, I pinch it first wanting it to hurt to get her attention. “You ever leave the house without a fucking bra on unless I tell you to, I am going to redden your ass and then ride it until you pass out. Do you understand, Kalera?” I use her name so she knows how serious I am. I surprise even myself when I do that, knowing what it means.