Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Are you really excited?
I smirk, gesturing. She follows my hand, staring at my groin, my cock pushing hard against my pants. Her eyes have that wide, intoxicating look like she’s constantly shocked in the cutest way.
We’d have to be quiet.
My cock shudders. So much precome has leaked out of me, my end feels like it’s burning, my shaft tingling, and my balls feel huge as seed rushes around.
We will be, I text. Take your dress off. And your bra. Bend over and show me that big sexy ass.
But you can’t…you know.
I lean over, kissing her gently, and she gets the message. I’d never push her past her comfort zone.
When I stand, she slowly undresses, pulling her dress over her head and unclipping her bra. I suppress a snarl as she lies there for a moment, her breasts even juicier and sexier than I guessed, her nipples full.
I can’t resist leaning down, my hand magnetizing to one breast as my mouth goes to the other.
I start sucking on her nipple, pushing her tits together, constantly fighting the urge to groan and snarl in release.
She’s moaning gently, sounding as though she’s trying to fight it. I suck her nipples with more pressure and then lean back, arching my eyebrow.
My woman gets the message, turning onto her front and climbing to her knees.
I stand at the edge of the bed, staring at her round ass, at the pinkness of her sex.
Wetness slides down her thighs, making her glisten.
I pull my pants down, taking out my cock.
Della turns and looks at me, one hand rising to cover her sweet virgin sex, giving me a soft shake of her head. She must know how badly I want to do it here, to force my dick deep inside, to get rid of both our virginities once and for all.
I manage a nod, stepping forward and kneeling down, laying my huge length between her ass cheeks.
I bury my hands in them, feeling her lust-filled heat through her skin, her fullness.
My shaft aches as I begin to slip back and forth, made slick with all the precome. I push her cheeks together, wrapping them around my cock, as she twists and stares up at me, moving with me.
I keep pumping until the bed makes a whining noise.
She pauses, moving position, and I follow her.
It’s good that she’s got her hand over her precious slit. Otherwise, my carnal nature might rise to a breaking point, my helm pushing against her tight-as-fuck entrance, despite my intentions.
I keep slipping up and down between her mounds, captivated by the sight of them shifting around my dick. In the back of my mind, my instinct, my seed, my primal purpose is celebrating loudly, relieved I waited.
It all starts to get too much, her cheeks bouncing up and down as I move quicker, as my seed rushes up my shaft.
I touch her hips, nudging her, and my woman turns and sits on the end of the bed. She looks up at me with her mouth open, her hands pushing her breasts together, as I grab my dick and jerk it quickly.
I bite down as the come fires over her tits and keeps going, so much of it it’s difficult to believe.
Finally, I stumble backward, struggling not to make a gasping noise.
I stare in absolute awe at my woman, at how undeniably hot she looks with my seed dripping down her tits, clinging to her nipples.
CHAPTER 19
Della
I used a T-shirt to clean up the mess, though it’s weird thinking of his release like that.
Mess.
It’s a testament to how badly he wanted me.
When he was slipping between my mounds, I almost moved my hand, almost reached up, and grabbed onto his shaft.
Almost stroked and coaxed him to my dripping sex, knowing he wants the same as me. Make a home in my womb for our life to start as soon as possible.
Now, I lie in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, curled up with my cell phone propped on the sheets.
I think they’re in the bedroom now, I text.
Yeah, I think you’re right, he replies. I guess it’s time for me to go.
I don’t want you to.
But it’s too much of a risk. I get it.
He kisses the top of my head.
I meant everything I said, he goes on. Well texted.
What are you going to do about your job? I reply.
He sighs, and I hear his thumb tapping lightly on his phone. I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it. But if it’s a choice between you and the job, I’ll choose you.
Really?
Without question, he texts, hugging me tighter, his arm so firm and protective when it’s wrapped around me. Now that I know you want a family, there’s too much at stake. This isn’t just sex. It was never that, but…now I know just how much it means.