Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
I close my eyes as my nipples pebble. I’d recognize the voice of my future husband anywhere. It’s been a week since I was at the doctor’s and discovered I was pregnant. Since then, Derek and Cam follow me around and constantly try to feed me. Even if I’m not hungry, they insist I eat more.
I complained to Cam that by the time this pregnancy is over, my curves will have curves but that only made his gaze light up. He loves my curves, every single one of them.
“I don’t remember any rules,” I sass. We’re spending the night apart because tomorrow we’re getting married at Gray’s wedding lodge. It’s our celebration dinner tonight and I can’t wait to pledge my life and heart to this man in front of our friends and family.
Since I suggested taking a night apart, Cam set rules. The most important is that I’m not allowed to wear panties today or tomorrow. He said he wants me to feel empty, to ache for his fat cock. So far, his plan is working because I’m constantly wet between my thighs.
He shuts the door behind us and the lock clicks softly into place. He’s behind me, the shelves in front of me. I have nowhere to go. I’m trapped by this big man, alone in this dark closet where he’s about to do filthy things to my body.
“How’s your pretty little cunt feeling right about now?” His breath is hot against my neck as he slides his hands underneath my shirt. He slides them higher until he’s underneath my bra and holding my breasts.
He’s always been obsessed with my tits but since the pregnancy, he’s insisted on measuring them daily. Measuring involves cupping and kneading them before playing with my nipples.
“Why don’t you tell me?” My voice is breathless as his big hands rove all over my breasts. I arch into his touch, desperate for more of him. I’ll never get enough of this man or the way he touches me.
“Are you getting sassy with me?” He growls, his voice rumbling in his chest. I feel the vibrations through my back.
Getting sassy with him is the surest way to get him to punish me. But seeing that I like Cam’s idea of punishments, I can’t say that I’m really interested in behaving these days. “Maybe.”
“What am I going to do with such a naughty girl?” He murmurs as he tweaks my nipples. It’s the slightest sting of pain and I love it. “I could take her right here. Make her feel my big cock so she remembers who owns her cunt.”
“Please,” I whimper as fresh moisture gathers between my thighs. I’m desperate to touch myself but I know better than that. Cam doesn’t believe in letting me have self-serve orgasms. He says it’s his job to provide everything I need, including my orgasms.
I tried to masturbate a couple of days ago when I was in the shower thinking about him, but he caught me. He punished me with a vibrator. Again and again. I screamed through four orgasms and had to beg him to stop. It was the hottest night of my life and now I’m reformed. Sort of.
“What do you say?” He prompts.
Even though it’s dark and he can’t see my face, I still find my neck growing hot. Cam doesn’t just talk dirty. He also insists that I use filthy words too. I think it turns him on to hear me stumbling over the nasty requests. “Would you please punish me by shoving your monster cock deep into my pussy?”
I’ve barely finished getting the words out before my skirt is flipped up and I hear the zipper of his jeans. It’s one of my favorite sounds. Whenever I hear it, I know he’s about to please both of us.
“Lean into the shelf,” his voice is gritty now, a sure sign he’s close to losing control and pounding into me like a wild animal. “Stick your ass out.”
Suddenly, there are voices nearby. It’s a few people from our reception party. They’re so loud that they have to be close. The unexpected noise has me freezing in place.
Cam’s hand comes down on my ass in a stinging slap that’s hard enough for our guests to overhear. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. My man is going to take me, and he doesn’t give a damn who overhears him ramming into his pussy. “I said to present this beautiful body now.”
I thrust out my ass like an offering, arching my back. Footsteps sound outside, indicating our guests are moving along. Not that it matters. I need my man just as badly as he needs me.
He thrusts into my aching channel in one swift move. Even though we’ve been together so many times, his girth still makes me catch my breath. He’s so big and thick, but he’s determined to make me take every inch.