Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Pre-cum leaked out of the tip, and I smear it all over my dick. With some of it still on my fingers, I press it inside her, wanting every single reason for her to get pregnant. There was no time to hold back.
Drawing my tongue back up to her clit, I focus on that tiny nub, sliding my hands beneath her ass and licking her, tasting her, sucking her, bringing her closer to the peak, and when I feel her orgasm starting to build, I stop, because I’m a selfish bastard and I want to feel her release wrapped around my dick.
Adelaide whimpered.
I guide the tip of my dick to her entrance, and then staring into her sweet brown eyes, I slowly, inch by inch, feel her surround me. She’s so fucking tight. So hot. All mine.
I’d never been a man to care about any woman’s previous lovers, but there’s something primal about knowing I’m the only man Adelaide will ever have. Just the thought of it has me grabbing her hips and slamming all the way to the hilt inside her.
Her pussy is so soft, and she’s so close. Tiny little ripples wrap around my dick, sucking at me.
I let go of her hips and stroke across her nub, and I watch, feeling her body as she gets closer to that peak once again, and this time, as she’s close, she hurtles toward it, on fire, need pulsing through her. I held her, wanting to pound inside her, to mark her, to claim her.
She’s all mine. All fucking mine.
I don’t give her chance to come down from that peak. Grabbing her hips once again, I pound inside her.
The table is more than a hindrance as it moves with the power of my thrusts. I have no choice but to pick her up and carry her through to the bedroom. I drop her onto the bed, and this time she has nowhere to go. Holding her down and in place, I slake my desire, fucking her harder than I ever have before, shoving my cock as deep as I can. I’m not myself. I need to come inside her, to flood that pretty pussy with my cum, and to see it filling her.
I growl her name, feeling how close I am, and as my orgasm starts to build, I grab her hands, locking our fingers together. When my release comes, I stare into her eyes, not wanting to let her go, feeling the aftershocks of her own climax, as I’m close to mine, and as I fill her, I wonder if this will be the one to get her pregnant. I went from not being in a rush to get her pregnant, to wanting it so damn much.
Every single pulse fills her cunt, and only when it’s over do I pull out, my cock dripping with my spunk, and I open her thighs, watching her pussy. Some of my creamy cum drizzles out, and I use my fingers, trying to push it back inside her, wanting it to take.
What the fuck has happened to me?
Chapter Eleven
Adelaide
“How does it feel to be pregnant?” I asked, looking over at Aurora.
She looks so happy and it’s a surprise to me. The man she’s married to doesn’t strike me as a kind man, or one that would be easy to love. He’s cold and cruel, and Aurora is the complete opposite.
“It’s surreal at times,” Aurora said, smiling at me. “Do you think you will be pregnant?”
I put a hand on my stomach and wonder. We were not using any kind of protection. My parents took away my birth control pills when Bethany was removed as Andrei’s fiancée. They said I couldn’t take anything that would stop me from having a baby.
The pills helped to control my menstrual cycle, nothing else. I’d never had a boyfriend or anyone I could have gotten pregnant by.
“I … I don’t know,” I said.
This wasn’t the first time we’d visited Aurora. Andrei and I were celebrating six months of marriage.
Six very long months. I was in a bit of a shock myself. We’d not been on a honeymoon and Andrei spent a great deal of time at work.
Ivan had come to visit us last week and told us both that we needed a vacation. Wrapping my arms around myself, I hadn’t seen my husband much during this trip. Ivan was also present, and at least one other brigadier as well. They called him Ive, even though his name was Ivan. Andrei had told me it was so there was no confusion. I didn’t tell him that I was already confused about the things they did. It wasn’t my place to tell them how to run things.
“Adelaide, are you okay?” Aurora asked, reaching out toward me.
“Of course. I’m fine.”
“You’re not happy.”