Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I didn’t bring a condom, and I doubt she’s on the pill.
I’m fucking this girl with nothing between us. It’s just my hard cock, her tight little pussy, and her ripe womb waiting to be filled with my seed.
I need to breed this girl. I need to fuck a baby right into her. I need her to be mine forever.
“That’s it,” I growl as I start to hit her with deeper, longer strokes. I pick up the pace until the headboard is banging on the wall and her tits are swaying violently under her.
“I want you to cum on my dick,” I growl.
She drops her head down and stretches her arms out with a moan. “Oh fuck, Julian…”
“Cum on me, baby. I want to feel your tight little pussy cumming all over my cock.”
I squeeze her ass cheeks and thrust in deep, pushing harder and harder until she’s screaming out and her pussy tightens on my shaft. She cums violently and the amazing sensation sets me off.
Her pussy is pulsing up and down my cock, and it sends me spiraling over the edge. I thrust in, hold my cock inside her, and release.
Heated bliss rips through me as I cum deep in her virgin cunt. Surge after surge of my seed enters her. Just when I think it’s finished, I shiver and some more comes out.
She’s mine now.
If I didn’t breed her this time, I will the next. I’m not going to stop until she’s bound to me in every way. I want my seed growing in her womb. I want her to have my child. I want her to be mine in every way possible.
This girl is the one for me. She’s my soul mate.
I know it through and through as I watch her collapse on the bed with her eyes falling closed.
I sit on my heels and watch her lying there, looking more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.
My body is still urging me to spread her legs and have some more fun, but she’s tapped out. She’s already asleep.
So, I just lie down beside her, wrap my arms around her, breathe in her intoxicating scent, and thank the universe for this amazing gift that I’ll never stop loving.
Chapter Ten
Abby
“What the fuck?!” I gasp as I lurch my groggy head up in terror.
Oh, it’s just my alarm.
It’s blaring through my apartment. I grab my phone and turn it off.
Julian’s big palm spreads out on my shoulders and he pulls me back onto him with a groan. I was sound asleep, drooling on his warm naked chest.
“I have to get up,” I grumble. It seems harder to get up now than it did yesterday, although that shouldn’t be too surprising with this hot man in my bed. I wouldn’t mind spending the whole day curled up with his hot body.
We were up all night. I can count the number of hours of sleep I got on one hand.
My body is still humming with pleasure as I roll off the mattress and let my feet hit the floor.
“No,” Julian moans. “Don’t go…”
“I have to. I start in twelve minutes.”
“I’ll give you a million dollars if you stay with me for another hour.”
I chuckle as I push back the tempting thought. “Sleep in as long as you want,” I whisper as I pull back my hair and kiss his temple. “I’ll be downstairs fucking up the Danishes.”
He smiles with his eyes closed.
I get ready quickly and then hurry downstairs. Trish is whipping around the bakery, busy as always. It’s so warm in here with all of the ovens going and the smell is just delightful. I moan as she pulls out a few trays of carrot muffins.
“Here, test one,” she says with a smile as she takes out the largest muffin and gives it to me. I still have five minutes so I head over to the coffee maker and pour myself a cup while I eat the delicious muffin.
“You’re on blueberry Danishes again,” Trish says. I want to cry.
“Are you sure?” I ask with a gulp. “They didn’t turn out so well yesterday.”
“They all sold, didn’t they?”
She leaves to put a few pies in the oven and I guess that’s the end of that. I’m making more Danishes.
“Hey, Scott,” I say as I head over to the station and start pulling out the ingredients. “How’s your morning going?”
“Did you know that Jar Jar Binks is a Sith Lord?”
Oh, god. Not this again.
I can’t deal with this guy at such an early hour.
I tune him out as he goes on and on about Star Wars, drunken boxing, and Jedi mind tricks. I can’t even. This guy shouldn’t be allowed to speak before noon.
I try to keep my focus on the blueberry Danishes and not on the fact that I’m no longer a virgin, or that the very capable, very large, very sexy mountain man who claimed it is still sleeping in my bed right over my head.