Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Because I’m not going anywhere. Not one goddamn place, Maddie. I’ll be here for you.” Another stroke. “For the baby.” Another slower, deeper stroke. “For Molly when we find her.” This stroke was hard and deep, making her cry out. “And for whatever or whoever comes next. Got it?”
She nodded, breathless. “Yes. I got it. Now gimme some more dick.”
I smiled at her command, gripping her tighter as I pounded into her, hard, sure thrusts that sank deep. So deep she grew wetter and wetter, coating my cock with her juices. Every stroke into her cunt felt better than the last and then, Maddie flew apart, crying out her pleasure.
“Maddie,” I growled and her eyes widened and met mine again.
“I love you, Jamie. I fucking love you.”
Damn this woman could affect me like no other. I held her tight enough to bruise her and fucked her hard and deep like I could fuck all my emotions into her cunt. Her tits bounced with every thrust, making my mouth water, and I couldn’t resist.
I held her tight, my hips pumping as I leaned over and took a pink tip in my mouth, nibbling and sucking until she clamped down around my cock. My balls tightened, and I growled, “Maddie.”
“Harder,” she growled and I let my teeth sink into the delicate, silky skin of her nipple and that pushed her over the edge. Her cunt yanked me over the edge with the force of a hurricane. My legs shook, my breath hitched, and my body froze for a second before my cock exploded inside her.
“Holy fucking shit! Holy. Fucking. Shit. I’m dead.”
She collapsed on the bed, her brown eyes gazing up at me in wonder. “You really are some kind of wonderful, aren’t you?”
I rolled to her side with a grunt and pulled her to my side. “What I am, Maddie is yours. All yours.”
She crawled up the bed to straddle my body and pressed her lips to mine in a kiss that was hot but too damn quick. “I’m yours too, Jamie. But I’m also up for letting you prove it again. Oh!” Her body jerked wildly when two of my fingers found their way into her slick pussy.
“You were saying?”
Her response was to spread her legs wider and drop down on my fingers with a growl. “Fuck, I’m so yours.” She smiled down at me, hips moving slowly as aftershocks hit her with every stroke. “I love you, Jamie. I really fucking do, but right now, I can’t seem to get enough of you. I just want you.”
“You already have me, Maddie.”
Wasn’t that the fucking truth? Now that she was here, in my home, I wasn’t letting her go.
Not fucking ever.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Madison
Could a girl die from too much pleasure? I hadn’t stopped smiling, stopped floating instead of walking since Jamie declared his love for me last week.
I’d been shacking up with him since then. Now it was Friday, and I was excited for the weekend. I lounged on the sofa as if I didn’t have a care in the world.
It was a lie, of course, because there were so many thoughts running through my mind there were footprints on my brain. I was going to be a mom. I didn’t just chicken out at the abortion clinic, but I let Jamie do his damnedest to convince me to keep the baby. I’m having a fucking baby!
I was in love and having a baby, and—maybe, kinda, sorta—shacking up with my baby daddy. I was all right with how things had come together.
Or maybe it was the orgasms.
No, it wasn’t the orgasms. Okay, it wasn’t just the orgasms. It was Jamie too, and all the things he’d done over the past week to show me he loved me, to show me he’d be here for the baby and me, to prove to me that he was in this thing all the way.
It was a little disconcerting to be the sole focus of Jamie’s attention. He called to check on me during the day, he sent lunch to make sure I was eating a perfect blend of healthy pregnant foods and all the delicious greasy shit that I couldn’t get enough of.
He rubbed my feet and told me I was beautiful even when I had ketchup smeared on my cheek. He fucked me when I needed it, when I wanted it, when I was a fiend for his cock. Which was pretty much always.
If this was some kind of dream or hallucination, I didn’t want to wake up. I would sign one of those papers that said not to revive me, because I wanted to live here, in this past week, for the rest of my life.
If only Molly was here, things would be perfect.
“But she’s not.”
Molly wasn’t here, and she didn’t want to be bothered with me, so I had to accept that. I had to respect her wishes and figure out a way to live without her until she was ready because I believed that one day, she’d be ready. Maybe it was a foolish, naïve belief, but I needed something to hang on to during these uncertain times, and Molly was it.