Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
He grabs me by the hand, making our way to the velvet sofa as Taylor scoots quickly out of the room, sensing that this is about to be some private time. I catch my reflection in the mirror over the fireplace. I didn’t expect to see him right after the doctor’s office.
My hair is a tangled mess in a bun on the top of my head, but my cheeks are rosy and the button up shirt I stole from his closet is snug around my middle.
“Here.” He drops down onto the cushions, legs spread, pulling me forward. “I’m so fucking hard, baby. I’m going to shove you down on my cock while you shove those leaking tits into my mouth. I need relief. And sustenance.”
He’s already made it clear I’m his and I gave a sort of silent consent that he could do what he wanted with me, but I’m not sure that was so wise.
He’s been gone three weeks and during that time, I’ve come to some peace with myself and the baby. I was waiting until he got back to tell him first, then I had planned a call to my father to ask for support and talk through the next year.
But, James has turned that all upside down again with that dangerous look in his eyes. And I’m not sure if peace is what I want, because this manic, savage love-lust that chokes me whenever we are together, does not service any sort of logic.
“Strip,” he commands as I stand in silence. “Fast. I need inside you or things are going to get ugly.”
That niggling thought that he is a bit unbalanced lights me up yet again with both fear and desire.
I work the buttons on the front of the shirt, letting it fall off my shoulders, and freeze when his glare turns icy.
“What?” I say, my hands working over my protruding belly, heat riding up my chest and onto my face. “It’s big, I’m huge. A house and getting bigger.”
My lower lids start to burn as my nipples tingle and that sensation of the warm milk letting down makes me shiver.
The doctor said it’s unusual for actual milk to come in before the baby is born, but it’s not unheard of.
“Bra. Off.” He hisses between clenched teeth, his dark eyes narrow, the furrows in his brow deepening.
I reach around and work the clasp, swallowing the lump in my throat as my toes curl on the rug. The heat from the fire prickles through the back of my leggings as I close my eyes and slip the straps of my bra down the goosebumps on my arms.
“Fuck.” James is shaking his head back and forth, cradling it in his hands, and I want to run and hide.
I want my hoodie and my invisibility cloak back, because being this naked, this exposed, and seeing his reaction is more than I can bear.
“I’m sorry, I’m grotesque. I’m not like those girls that hang around the other players. I’m going to have a baby and be—”
“Mine. You’ll be mine, lil’ bit.” He’s on his feet, stripping off his clothes, dropping his pants and flinging things across the room. His cock is thick, standing tall, veins snaking around the girth. “You’re the most stunning woman in this fucking world. I couldn’t look at another woman if someone held a gun to my head.” His hands are on mine, yanking me to him as he settles back on the couch. “Get on this dick and shove that tit in my mouth before I have a fucking heart attack. I’m gonna nut and if you’re not wrapped around me when I do, I’m going to be fucking pissed.”
I stumble forward as his greedy hands guide my knees to the sides of his thighs, the thick muscles in his chest flexing and hardening as he positions my body on his lap, cock in his hand as he lines up with my opening.
“Your belly is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You add these tits—fucking milk is coming out, baby. Fucking milk.”
He slams his cock inside me as my eyes snap wide and I fill my lungs with what feels like all the air in the room.
I’m stuffed full of him in one stroke, the warm tingling in my breasts making me feel lightheaded as James looks up at me with fire in his dark eyes.
“Put that nipple down my fucking throat. You do it, feel your man.”
He’s looking at me like I’m the prime rib at Christmas dinner and he wants to fill me up with his cum while I’m filling him up with my tit in one big caveman round robin.
I lift my breast, using both hands as he settles his head on the back of the sofa, thrusting up into me as I bounce and stutter in short breaths. A spray of milk jets onto his cheek, running in a miniature milky river down the blade of his cheek before I guide the nipple to his mouth.