Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
She gasps as her body tightens, and I feel her pussy leak juice all over my cock. I keep rubbing my cock across her clit with every thrust and it’s enough pressure to send her over the edge. I kiss my way down her neck and suck on her nipples as she hits her peak. Her body pulses and writhes as the pleasure takes hold and flows through her.
I should hold off longer, but I can’t wait and I cum with her. I feel every throb of my cock as it releases load after load of creamy nut butter into her waiting womb. It’s going to take root and give me a son like a goddamn heir to a throne. I’ve been made a man today, and I growl as I give her the last drops of my seed.
“You’re mine now,” I say as I kiss the space between her breasts where her heart is beating. “Forever.”
8
Ella
Standing in the hallway, I hear a noise coming from the kitchen. I will myself to go in and face Brooks, but I have a sense of déjà vu from the night before flashing through my mind. I hope it’s him this time and not some hostile woman. I’m not a very chatty person and tend to stand like a deer in headlights when shit hits the fan. Well, I’m like that with grown people. I’m better with babies.
I run my hands through my hair, trying to tame it. I do the best I can before I leave the bedroom. When I get downstairs I start to take a step towards the kitchen when a hand comes down on my shoulder. I scream out in surprise and nearly jump a foot in the air. I trip over the long rug in the hallway, but the man grabs me by the arms and keeps me from hitting the floor. His hold is hard and I try to jerk away, wanting to get out of his grip. I’m unsure of who has a hold of me, but I don’t like it.
Maybe I should just stop leaving the bedroom. Every time I walk out of that door, something dramatic happens.
I look up into the dark brown eyes of a man I’ve never seen before. He’s dressed in all black and his shirt says Razer Security in bright white letters. I’m guessing he works for Brooks, but I still don't like him touching me. I try hard to jerk back and this time he lets me go. I begin to stumble again, only to be grabbed by someone else.
“I got you, beautiful.”
The tension leaves my body as I know it’s Brooks. His smell invades my lungs, and I breathe him in. Warmth fills my stomach like it always does when he calls me beautiful. I wonder if he calls everyone that, or if it’s a name he has just for me. I melt into his hard body, and I can tell the tension I felt just a moment ago has transferred to him.
“You touched her?” he says, the accusation and dominance in his voice send a shiver over my skin.
I’m not sure he’s really asking a question though. I wish I could turn and look up at him to read his face, but he has an arm now locked around my waist and I’m not going anywhere until he allows it. I let myself sink even more into him. I like the feel of his protective hold on me.
“Sir, I didn’t know…” The man stumbles over his words at first then stops all of a sudden and takes a step back. His hands rise and his eyes widen with fear. I swear I can feel the air around us change. It’s charged, but I don’t know with what. Anger? Male aggression? I’m not sure. I’ve never felt it before. All these new experiences seem to keep happening with Brooks. I’m starting to notice all kinds of things with him I’ve never felt before.
“Out!” Brooks shouts, and even I jump a little at the command.
His raspy voice is low and deadly. If he hadn't had a tight hold on me I probably would have darted out of here, too. I watch the security man nod and spin on his heels before he’s out of here in a flash.
Brooks’s hold only loosens when I hear the sound of a door shut. I turn slowly in his arms and look up at him as I place my hands over his broad chest. I expect to see anger on his face, but instead he’s smiling down at me. His eyes are soft, and I melt a little at the look he’s giving me.
“I’m cooking you breakfast before I have to go.” Suddenly, he picks me up and I let out a squeal of surprise. “I should have fed you last night, but when I touch you things happen.”