Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
"You're so wet I can hear you," he says, his gaze flickering between the hand between my legs and his dick in my mouth. "You love having my dick down your throat, don't you?"
I bob my head in a frantic nod.
"Dirty girl," he groans, tugging me back down on his cock until I choke around him again.
The nails of my free hand score his thigh as I unravel, shattering into pieces. He grunts, bobbing me on his cock faster. My head swims, pure ecstasy rushing through my veins.
"Christ, I'm going to come," he grunts, sliding out of my mouth.
I whimper at the loss…and then whimper again when he slides to the edge of the seat, aiming his cock at my face. I close my eyes and open my mouth as the first hot rope of cum lands against my cheek.
He groans my name when he sees it, coming all over my face…and I'm aching and desperate all over again, the same way I always am when he's dripping down my face like this.
"Jesus, Constance," he groans, reaching out to scoop the cum from my face. His thumb brushes my lips as he pops it into my mouth. "Something about you covered in me makes me crazy, baby."
I wrap my lips around his thumb, sucking hard.
He growls my name, part warning, part praise, and then hauls me up onto his lap to clean me up. As soon as he wipes the last drop from my face, I'm bent over the side of my desk with my panties around my ankles.
By the time he's finished with me, my desk is in ruins yet again.
"Do you plan to have kids soon?" Luna asks, her wide, hopeful eyes locked on me across the dinner table later that night. "And if so, how many do you want?"
I choke on a bite of steak.
"Shit," Bastian mutters, patting me on the back while he glares at his mom. "Ma, you can't just ask her shit like that."
"Why not? It's just a question," Luna huffs at her son. "Honestly, Bastian, you'd think I asked her how many vibrators she owns."
"Dad!" Bastian turns an exasperated look on Carter, who is hiding laughter behind his beer bottle.
"She's right," Carter says, his eyes twinkling with humor. "It's just a question, son."
"You are no fucking help."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to be helping?" Carter asks, one brow arched at his son. I swear, they look so much alike it's unreal. If Bastian and Jareth are going to look like him when they're older, the world is seriously unprepared. "Because I'm almost positive that I sleep with your mom every night. Do I look stupid enough to fuck that up on your behalf?"
I place my hand over my mouth, laughing quietly, when Bastian makes a sound of utter disgust.
He turns a dark look on me. "Do not encourage them."
"Three," I say, glancing over at Luna.
She sneaks a peek at Bastian, mischief in her eyes. "Vibrators or kids?"
"That's it!" Bastian hauls himself to his feet, accidentally scooting the table back several inches. "Dinner is over!"
Luna falls into bright peals of laughter across the table, clutching her sides.
"Sit back down, son," Carter says, shaking his head. "She's just fucking with you because you make it so easy."
I tug on Bastian's arm, urging him to sit. Luna's questions aren't bothering me, even though they're stressing Bastian out. Honestly, I kind of love how she just says whatever is on her mind. It's hard to be nervous about dinner with his parents when they're the most laidback people on earth.
Bastian grumbles and then drops back down in his seat, but even though he's stressed, he can't help the soft look he shoots Luna when she wipes tears from her eyes. "You're a menace, Ma."
"I've been telling you and your brother that for years," Carter says, spearing a piece of steak with his fork. "And she's got two daughters just like her." His gaze flickers to me. "For Bastian's sanity, please give him boys."
"Um…" I fidget nervously, pretty sure Bastian is going to shut that down lickety-split.
"She'll have whatever she wants to have," he says instead, almost as if it's a foregone conclusion that I'll be having his babies.
I turn wide eyes on him, shock thrumming through me, but he's not even looking at me. Luna is, though. She sees the look on my face and grins at me like she knows something I don't.
Apparently satisfied with the information she's gleaned, she changes the subject to the vineyard. While Bastian fills them in on preparations for launching the new line, I sneak glances over at him, my mind spinning.
Does he want to have kids with me, or was he just trying to appease his parents? The fact that I don't know how to answer that question may actually drive me mad. But we haven't used protection. The one time I even brought it up, he had me on my back so fast I forgot what we were supposed to be talking about.