Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
She licked her lips, and my cock twitched like it thought it might be ready to go again soon.
Mother of God.
“You, uh, came in me,” she said hesitantly, like I might not have understood her concern.
I’d understood. I … I just wasn’t worried about it. I wasn’t so sure I didn’t like it. Or was it this crazed, unhinged animal that she stirred in me who liked it?
What I did know was that if I didn’t pull out of her, I may end up fucking her again, and she was going to be sore. Her pain was the only thing that had the power to keep me from doing that.
Shifting my weight to one arm, I dropped my gaze to watch as I eased out of her. The traces of her blood sent a thrill through me, along with the urge to beat my chest like a psychopath. I refrained. But barely.
“Oh,” she gasped, and my eyes shot back up to her face. A small smile touched her lips. “It’s fine, just a little sensitive.”
Wanting to burn this moment into my brain, I turned my attention back to her open legs and swollen pussy. A small trickle of my release began to ooze out, and I fought back the roar inside my chest. Running my finger over it, I coated her slick heat all the way up to her clit, playing with it like it was my favorite toy.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked, her tone husky.
“Enjoying this,” I replied, flashing her a wicked grin before going back to what I was doing. “I’ll clean you up in the shower, but let me play first.”
She let out a startled laugh. “Play?”
I nodded and continued my activity. “Do you regret it?” I asked, needing to hear her tell me she didn’t. I’d taken something she had held on to far longer than any girl I’d ever known.
“No. It … it was perfect. Better than perfect,” she said softly.
I closed my eyes and inhaled as my chest filled until it felt like it might burst. When I opened them again, my eyes locked with hers. “You’ve got some voodoo shit going on with this sweet pussy of yours. It’s mine now. I’m not going to let you leave me.”
A small laugh passed her lips. “We might need to start with worrying about getting me the morning-after pill,” she said. “Or there will be more than one of us that won’t be leaving you.”
Okay, yeah, she had a point there. I’d handle that. Then she was getting on whatever birth control worked the fastest.
“I’ll get one,” I assured her.
She sighed, looking relieved. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I didn’t want a kid either, but for some reason, her not wanting my baby inside her stirred the beast. Jesus, I needed my head examined.
“I’m glad it fit,” she quipped as I finally closed her legs to keep myself from continuing to admire my cum leaking from her.
“You don’t have to be scared of big things after all.”
She giggled as I moved over her to get off the bed. I held out my hand for her, and she slid hers into mine and scooted to the edge, then glanced down, as if just realizing she was naked.
“Pickles, I’ve seen every inch of this perfect body, and I may have a new obsession with it, so let the shyness go,” I told her, pulling her up and against my chest. “I fucking love getting an unobstructed view of your tits,” I added, then nipped at her bottom lip. “Let’s go shower. I’ve got your blood on my cock, and you’ve got my babies up in you.”
She began laughing as she stared up at me, and I realized I’d never seen anything so damn beautiful as this woman right now.
Forty-Five
Elsie
When my eyes opened, I lay there, staring at the curtains that were keeping the room dark, although I could tell it was daylight from the smallest sliver of light peeking through the edges. I realized I was smiling as last night’s events began to replay in my thoughts. Forge’s arm was draped over me, and his knee was slightly pushed between my legs. I could hear his heavy breathing as he slept peacefully.
After he’d washed not only my body, but my hair last night, then dried me off and brushed it, he’d brought me back to his bed. This was the position we’d gone to sleep in, and apparently, we’d been so exhausted that we hadn’t moved.
I hadn’t dreamed at all. No nightmares. A full night’s sleep with no waking up. How long had it been since I’d been able to do that? Since the last time he’d slept in bed with me. It seemed he had the power to keep the monsters away.
If I hadn’t already been in love with him, after last night, I would be. I’d imagined my first time over the years. Tried to tell myself that building it up in my head would make it a disappointment when it happened. Losing your virginity wasn’t a romantic thing. Or I had been convinced of it at least. Sure, it had hurt at first. Extreme pain. I winced, thinking about the teeth marks I’d left on his chest. He had refused to let me doctor it after the shower.