Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
I stroke my cock through her seeping pussy. Her juices coat me and I slide back and forth. She’s already aroused and with each caress, she grabs the sheets, lifting her torso to meet me.
I line up my cock up and feel the need to tell her, “I’m clean. I’ve never been bare in a woman. Never. I want that… with you, Maggie. Let me fill you up.”
She looks at me with her eyes hooded. She’s so aroused, so completely in want, she simply nods her head, plants her feet into the bed and raises her hips to meet mine. I slide into her and it’s then I feel it. Fuck. I’ve never felt anything like it in my life. My eyes snap to hers and for the first time, her eyes are open wide and she’s staring at me. Her eyes are telling me the same story, but I still have to say it out loud. I have to mutter the words.
I bury myself to the hilt inside her. “I’m home.” A guttural groan escapes my lips and I start to pound her then, moving back and forth.
She meets me thrust for thrust and as the pressure builds I know I won’t last much longer. I rub her clit, wanting her to orgasm, wanting her to pull me in and lock down on me as she rides the waves of pleasure.
When her body tautens, she’s screaming my name as I come over and over, shooting my seed deep into her womb. The thought of her pregnant, big with my baby has me shooting again, coming until I’m so weak I can do nothing but collapse, still inside her.
5
Maggie
I snuck out of my own damn house. I’m exhausted and my emotions are all over the place. I was irresponsible last night. Had sex with a man ten years younger than me. And not just once… multiple times. I would barely fall asleep before he was mounting me and filling me again. The last time, I was in and out of consciousness, but he still pleasured me, and I swear I thought I heard him whisper “mine” into my ear before I drifted off again.
When I woke up this morning, he was passed out. I sat in the chair next to the bed, memorizing his body. Every tattoo, every muscle, every scar. He’s perfection and the things he did to me last night still make me blush.
I showered in the guest bathroom and got dressed quickly. I considered writing him a note, but after five minutes of debating what I should write, I skipped it and left to go to work.
When I pull into the bank, I look at myself in the mirror and try to cover the love marks on my neck. I have them all over, and my body heats just remembering how they got there.
Time passes quickly and I think about him all day. I would love to see him again, but I know it’s the wrong thing to do. I can’t imagine him giving up that easily, unless he really is just a player. The thought rolls around in my head all day until I’m a frenzy of nerves, second-guessing myself and him. In the end, I decide that after one night I’m already attached. I know what I need to do.
After work, I walk out to my car with plans to go home, soak in the tub and go to sleep early. But as soon as I get to my car, I notice Brewer leaning against it. He’s not smiling. If anything, he looks pissed. On the defensive, I hold my arms across my chest.
I look at him questioningly. “What’re you doing here, Brewer?”
He stands up from leaning on my car. “I wanted to see you. Is that not okay?”
I look around as Tad comes out of the bank and walks to his car. He walks right past us but doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
Brewer comes toward me with his eyes on Tad. He doesn’t look away as he puts his arms around me and his hands lazily pet my ass. I pull away from him.
Tad just gets in his car and drives away.
I throw my hands up in the air. “Really, do you want me bend over and let you pee on me, maybe mark your territory too?”
He just smirks at me. “I’m not really into that, honey, but yeah, I just wanted to make sure he knew you were mine.”
I step up to my car door and gesture for him to move. When he doesn’t, I look up at him and the hope in his eyes about makes me fold my plan. Until I remember he’s ten years younger than me, he’s openly admitted to me that he’s a player… yeah, right now is about protecting me.