Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I dig my fingernails through his shirt and scrape against his chest, feeling how unyielding his muscles are, the firmness of my protector, of the man who’ll never let anything happen to our family.
“You know what I mean,” he snarls.
He rolls onto his side and slides his hands down to my hips, pulling me toward him so our bodies are suddenly flush together, sinking into each other hotly, simmering with all our hungry need.
I let out a moan as our lips find each other, fusing together like metal and magnets, impossible to fight as my womb sends impulses through me, directing my hands up his arms and to his shoulders.
I grip onto his irrepressible boulder-like muscles as our tongues find each other.
He growls and breaks off the kiss, keeping his face close to mine as his fingers move from my hipbones down to my thighs, grinding up to my sex as his warm breath moves over my skin.
“I need your hot young virgin hole,” he growls. “I need to feel how tight and needy you are. I need to feel how badly your body wants to give me a child. I need you, Dreamer.”
I bite his lips, instead of mine, as flurrying sensation moves through me and tells me to trust my instincts, to follow the heat scorching through me instead of focusing on the uncertainty pounding in my chest.
“I want it.” I gasp, grinding my body against his so my nipples rub sensitively through my tank top and against his chest. I took off my bra for sleep and now my whole body is alight. “Oh, God… but what if—”
“No,” he snarls. “There’s no what if. You need to get out of your head, my perfect Dreamer. There’s only now, this moment. There’s only your hot-as-fuck body and your womb’s need to give me a family. Nothing else exists. So stop questioning this. And just… come for me, Daniella. Get that pussy good and ready for me.”
He slides his hand further up between my legs, slipping it into my pants and underwear, rubbing at my clit with his fingers as I arch my back and let out a cascade of moans.
It’s like my body has been waiting for a moment of release, teetering on the edge of lustful oblivion, and now ecstatic sensation blasts through me, kissing my lips, my clit, my hole, my everything.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, grinding against his hand, his palm smearing wetness all over my sex.
“That’s it,” he growls, pumping his arm faster, driving the pleasure deeper inside of me. “Shift those perfect hips. Grind those perfect fucking childbearing hips.”
“Like this?” I moan, shifting back and forth.
He chuckles gruffly, and for an anxious terrible second, I think he’s laughing at me.
But then I hear the warmth beneath the noise, the carnal obsession, and I realize he’s laughing because I’m answering my own question.
I’m grinding my pussy against his hand in a way that provokes the most sizzling sensations, the heat spiraling up into me in dozens of hot tendrils, seeping through my body with livid burning possession.
“Rub that sweet pussy however you need to,” he snarls. “Whatever you need to do to make yourself cream all over my hand, to make your hole nice and wet for my cock, do it, baby. Fucking do it.”
It’s like his words trigger something inside of me, a switch flipping as he roars at me to do as he’s said.
My womb tightens, gathering pressure, and then it all releases in a gushing torrent as my body vibrates and thrums against him.
It’s like I’m going to go flying through the ceiling at any moment like I’m going to set the bed on fire with the blaze moving through me.
He muffles my scream with his possessive lips, pushing his mouth against mine as we try to kiss, but the surging euphoria makes me too clumsy and our teeth click together in passion.
I gasp, breathing in his scent, all male, grinding my pussy harder and faster against his hand as he pumps his arm with more animal fury.
I throw my head back and let out a whimpering noise as the orgasm multiplies and strikes my belly like lightning, hammering through me, making every part of me tingle with electricity.
“That’s it,” he growls in my ear, his finger stroking my clit. “Keep fucking creaming for me. Feel how bad your virgin body wants it, how bad your virgin body needs it. Keep. Fucking. Creaming.”
“Ah, ah,” I gasp, and then the waves crash, a river of pleasure erupting from my sex and soaking my panties.
I think he’s going to snatch his hand away in disgust for a moment, but he snarls and rubs me somehow faster, which should be impossible when he’s already grinding against me so quickly.
I collapse against him when the orgasm comes to an end, aftershocks bubbling through me as I grip onto his chest and dig my fingernails in, almost snapping my nail with the pressure.