Tempted by the Bosshole (Forbidden Confessions #11) Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Confessions Series by Shayla Black
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
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“Baby girl, you were beautiful today. You’re even more stunning in my bed, taking every inch of my cock.”

“You say these things that make me melt…but we talk about having kids before we have unprotected sex.”

She’s right. I know that, but… “I don’t want to wait another day to start our future. I want you forever.” I brush my lips over hers and pray she’ll understand.

Beneath me, Isabella yields, taking my kiss and returning the pleasure. The more I learn my way around her body, the more responsive she gets. The more I want to give her ecstasy. The more I need her craving me.

Until I can plant a baby in her belly, orgasms and that ring on her finger may be the only reasons she stays. I need to make this good. I need to addict her.

I take her arms and lift them above her head, skimming my palms up until our fingers lock together. Looking deep into her eyes, I pump her with the slow, deep strokes I know she can’t resist. “I want you, Isabella. I want you all the time. I want you naked in my bed every night. I want your smiles, your tears, your cries of pleasure, your pain. I want all of you. And I want you pregnant.”

Her pussy clenches on me again. Her head might balk at the idea of having my baby so quickly, but her body has a different opinion.

“Where are you in your cycle?”

“Nathan…”

“Tell me.” I fill her cunt with a battering, slow-motion stroke that slams the headboard to the wall.

She cries out. “The beginning. I had my period while you were in Tokyo.”

“What was the last day you bled?” I demand as I ease free from her, then drive in again as if I have forever.

“Wednesday,” she gasps.

It takes serious concentration when fucking my wife feels this good, but I persevere. “You’ll be fertile around New Year’s Eve. I’ll get you pregnant then. Tonight is for us.”

I halt any conversation or protest by settling my lips over hers, gripping her hands, and banging my way into her body. The mattress shudders. Her thighs clutch me. Her pussy tightens. She’s close, and I love how she responds.

But I’m not ready to let her come. I want this to be a night she can’t forget.

Gritting my teeth, I withdraw from her silken cunt and flip her onto her hands and knees, then shuttle into her from behind. She whimpers as I fill her. Her little sounds drive me insane, but watching myself fuck her in the mirror above the dresser across the room adds another level of pleasure to this consummation.

“Look at us.” I dig my fingers into her demure bridal updo and tug.

Curls cascade free as she focuses on us with glassy eyes, her rosy lips parted as if they’re just waiting to be fucked. Impossibly, I get harder inside her. Why does this woman turn me inside out every time I touch her?

“Ahhh…”

“Look at me fuck you,” I mutter in her ear as I settle restless fingers over her clit.

“Nathan!”

“That’s it, baby girl. You take my cock so well. Just like. You were. Made for. Me.” I slam into her until she’s clutching the sheets and begging with sweet moans.

After another tug on her hair, I stand her on her knees and take in the view of me filling and rubbing her little pussy. Her eyes slide shut as her head falls back to my chest. And damn, her luscious tits bounce with every thrust.

“You’re a fucking goddess.” I pepper kisses along her shoulder and strum the hard tip of her clit. “I can’t stop fucking you. I can’t wait to get home, toss away all my condoms, and stay buried inside you while you swell with my babies.”

“Babies?” Her nails dig into my thighs as her breathing turns labored. “Plural?”

After waiting this long, did she think I would settle for just one? “I want a big family.”

“H-how many kids?”

“A few. We’ll see how it goes and how we feel,” I sidestep.

But I’m making up for the decade I wasted on Julia, so as far as I’m concerned, all forms of birth control are off the table for at least the next five years. I’ll do my level fucking best to keep Isabella pregnant. If I have my way, she’ll always have a baby at her breast and her husband deep inside of her, creating the next child together.

Fuck, I used to make fun of Steve for his breeding kink. For half a decade, Laurel was constantly pregnant. Secretly, I was jealous as hell. And now that it’s my turn, I shouldn’t be surprised by how much the idea of knocking up my bride turns me on.

The telltale flush of arousal begins traveling up her body and pinkening her skin. Her breathing gets choppy. Her entire body turns taut. And that pretty little pussy begins to quiver and clasp me.



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