Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
She was full of him. He grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head, holding her down as he fucked her hard. He pounded inside her, only to slow down, circling his hips. Each touch seemed to ignite her need even more as his pelvis pressed against her clit.
“Yeah, baby, give it to me,” he said. “I want to feel you milk my cock.” He slowed down, building her back up again. The man was skilled in bed … and all hers.
As she was about to come for her second time, he stopped, pulled out of her, and turned her back to her knees. At first, she tensed. She wasn’t ready to have his cock in her ass. Forge wasn’t interested in her anus. He slid inside her again. She was sore but also incredibly wet, and he penetrated her easily.
He gripped her hips and on the last thrust, he slammed to the hilt. She loved how he felt inside her. Closing her eyes, she arched her back, needing him. Any discomfort vanished, replaced by an insatiable wanton desire.
He pulled out but didn’t go far as he took her again, and again. He worked her body harder than before. The angle of her on all fours made him seem bigger. He filled her to the brink.
He reached down, wrapping her hair around his fist and holding her up. He nibbled on her neck and braced a hand over her stomach as he kept working his cock inside her.
“I don’t know what it is you do to me, but I can’t get enough.” He let her go, moved her again so she was on her back, and this time, he slowed down. He reached between them and stroked her clit.
She didn’t think it was possible to have another orgasm, but he rode her to the peak. With him inside her, she felt every hard ridge, every pulse.
Forge drank her pleasure, kissing her hard as he found his own completion. He filled her, his cum flooding her pussy. Each wave sent another pulse of pleasure deep inside her core.
She felt his weight as he collapsed over her. He held her wrists above her head, and she kept perfectly still, waiting for him to move. He wrapped his arms around her, his dick still inside her, as he turned them onto their sides.
Neither of them spoke as he kissed her. Her entire body was like jelly.
He exhaled, a satisfied sound. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Starving.”
“I’ll go and get us some food soon.” He kissed her again and she melted.
“Will it always be like this?” she asked.
“Like what?”
“This? With us. Will it always be this good?”
He chuckled. “No, sometimes you’re going to hate it, or I am. We’ll argue, or we’ll be too tired. I promise you, I’ll make it as good for you as possible.” He kissed her head.
“I want it to be this good forever,” she said.
“Sometimes I forget how young you are.”
“Why does my age come into it?” she asked.
“You’re not jaded by life. You see the world a little differently to me.”
“I think I’d surprise you. Life with my dad wasn’t exactly sunshine, you know. I know the world can be a horrible place. I’ve seen how mean people can be.” She touched his heart. “Coming here, I didn’t have a choice.”
He tensed up.
“It’s strange because in the cage I’ve been given with you, I feel freer than I ever have before.”
“That’s because you are, baby, you’ll always be free with me, within my own boundaries, of course.”
She giggled.
Her stomach growled. “I must feed you. I can’t knock you up and not take care of you.”
“Is that all you care about? Getting me pregnant?” she asked.
“No, it’s not.” He didn’t say anything more. He pulled on a pair of jeans and left.
****
Forge watched as his woman hung out laundry. He never thought he’d see the day that the lines were filled with clothing, sheets, and underwear. He sipped at his coffee, happy and content to just enjoy her.
From the moment he’d taken her virginity a couple of days ago, he’d taken every chance he got to fill her with his cum. He wanted her pregnant. Not to breed her, or because Peterson had handed him this girl like some damn trophy.
No. He wanted to knock Beth up so he had more excuses to keep her. He wasn’t going to give her back.
Peterson was going to have to be taken care of. The fucker was out there and he wouldn’t put it past him to actually do something stupid like try to sell the club out.
He had to protect Beth. She’d been right the other night. She was still in a cage and while she lived with him, her life would always be lived by a set of rules.
Hound came to sit beside him. “The whores don’t like her.”