Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“You’re sure?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I was never going to let you go, Marissa.”
Her eyes shimmered, and her lips curved into a small smile as hope bloomed behind her gaze.
“And second…” I shifted, stroking her hip. “I want you to know it never entered my mind that you got pregnant on purpose.” I smirked. “And for the record, you could argue I trapped you.”
She frowned. “What?”
I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear. “I realized I wasn’t wearing a condom. And I didn’t pull out. I probably should have. But I didn’t fucking want to.”
Her eyes flew wide. “You—”
“Yeah. And you know what?” I licked the shell of her ear, my voice dropping. “Knowing I could put a baby in you made me come even harder.”
She stared at me like I had lost my mind.
“You have no idea how fucking hot it is to know I put my baby in that sexy little body.” I shifted my hips, letting her feel exactly how hard I was getting. Her ass rubbed against me, and I grunted. “Fuck, baby. I want to do it all over again.”
She arched a brow. “Is this what they call a breeding kink?”
I tossed my head back and laughed. “Nah. That’s just the caveman in me being proud I knocked you up.”
She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed, and I crushed my mouth to hers. I kissed her like I’d been starving. My hands slid under her shirt and up her back, then around to cup her tits.
When I pulled back, I tugged it over her head and discarded it on the floor.
“I’m gonna show you what a real breeding kink is,” I growled.
I scooped her breasts out of her bra and stared like I was looking at buried treasure.
“Fuck, baby. These tits…” I cupped them, my thumbs brushing her nipples. She shivered, and I raised my brow. “They’re even more sensitive now, aren’t they?”
She bit her lip and nodded, her breath hitching as I flicked one nipple and leaned down to suck it into my mouth. She gasped and arched against me, her thighs tightening around my hips.
“Your breasts were already perfect, but watching them grow, swelling with milk and dripping for our baby…shit.” I gave both mounds a firm squeeze. “Yeah, I’m gonna need to fuck these later.”
I switched to the other peak, sucking harder until she whimpered. Her hips rolled against mine, and I caught the scent of her arousal.
Shifting, I laid her back on the couch and peeled her jeans off. Her panties were damp and clinging to her, and I took my time sliding them down.
But when I looked at her—really looked—I saw how tired she still was. How pale and fragile.
I hesitated, bracing my hands on either side of her. “I’ve been thinking about this for four long damn weeks, Marissa. You need to tell me to stop because I don’t think I have it in me to be gentle.”
She reached for my shirt and yanked me down. “Then don’t.”
I frowned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m tired, not breakable. And I’ve been waiting just as long. I don’t want gentle. I want to see you lose control.”
“Then you’re gonna take it rough tonight,” I snarled, barely hanging on. “I need to fuck these weeks off me.”
Marissa’s body trembled, and she whispered, “I want to be fucked, Raiden.”
Something snapped inside me.
Clothes flew. Mine, hers—both gone in record time. Then I hauled her legs over my shoulders and slammed into her in one deep, brutal thrust.
She screamed my name, her head thrown back and eyes rolling as her back bowed off the cushions.
Tight. Wet. Silken walls clenching around me like a fucking glove. So damn hot it felt like I was being swallowed whole. Her body welcomed me, sucked me in, and gripped me like it never wanted to let go.
I thrust again, rougher this time. In the back of my mind was the nagging reminder that I should slow down. But fuck, I didn’t want her gentle. I wanted her screaming, clawing, soaked, and begging.
“If you weren’t already carrying my baby, you would be when I’m done with you tonight.” I sped up my pace, and my cock bumped her cervix every time I filled her. “Probably gonna fuck another one into you as soon as this kid is born.”
Marissa’s pussy flinched, then gushed, soaking my cock.
Son of a bitch. She was gonna kill me. “Fuck, baby, I can feel how wet you got just from thinking about me putting another baby in you. You’re dripping all over me. Making a mess. I fucking love it.”
I took her like a man possessed, rutting into her with a pace that bordered on savage. Her cries turned frantic. It was ruthless, deep, and unrelenting. Her breasts bounced with every slam, her nipples pebbled and flushed, and her mouth open as moans spilled out uncontrollably. Her hands clawed at the cushions. She was wild beneath me, taking everything I gave her and pleading for more.