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)
“I have to go into the office for a little bit, but I want to check you over.” He pushes the shirt up even farther, and before I know what’s happening, he has me flat on my back on the kitchen island, his hand stroking my center. “You’re a little red.” He spreads the lips of my sex before leaning down and kissing my clit. I stare down at him, a little shocked. I’m not sure why this shocks me, with all that we’ve done already. Then his warm, slick tongue slides across my tender skin and I don’t care anymore that I'm sore.
“I should leave you alone. Your pussy needs to rest. I’m sure I already got you pregnant, but I can’t help myself.” I watch as he comes back to his full height, reminding me how much bigger than me he is. He pulls his button-up shirt out of his slacks before undoing his belt with a click. My eyes go straight there as his cock springs free. “I’m going to put a little more of my cum in you. Just to be sure. But I don’t want to hurt you.” I watch as he slides the head of his cock inside me. Then he reaches down and strokes his length and starts to jack himself off without entering me fully.
We’re both breathing heavily now as my eyes are locked on where we’re connected.
“Fuck, look at you.” His gaze roams over my body. He pushes my shirt all the way up so my breasts are exposed, and then that hand goes to my hip. “You were made to be bred. Look at these hips. Nice and wide, with lots of room.” He grunts as he strokes up and down his solid cock. “I want you in my shirt with your pussy bare and waiting for me when I get home. I want you sitting on my cock at all times, ready to take care of me.”
“Oh god,” I moan, wanting him to sink farther into me. I rotate my hips, trying to take more of him, but he keeps jacking himself off with just the tip inside me.
“Those fucking tits, too. I bet I’ll be so jealous when our kids get to suck on them. I’ll have to learn to control myself. Learn to share them.” He licks his lips as if he’s actually tasting my breast milk. His hand on my hip slides to my clit and he strokes me with his thumb. “You’ll have to save some for Daddy. It’s going to be my milk now, too.”
The sounds of his grunts and my small whimpers fill the kitchen.
“I heard that some women can’t get pregnant while they breastfeed. I bet you're the exception to that rule. Pussy this tight and horny is begging to be pregnant. You’ll spread these lips and beg for another baby,” he says as his thumb strums my clit. “I’ll be sucking on your sweet milky tits while breeding that little young cunt of yours.”
A gasp leaves me and my orgasm washes over me at his erotic words. They’re filthy but somehow ignite something deep inside me.
“Don’t you worry, Beautiful. I’ll make sure you get everything you want,” he growls as his whole body goes rigid.
I feel his warm cum release into me, and I cum with him as I cry out his name. Thick spurts of semen coat my insides, and my pussy pulses, greedy for it.
We stay locked together like that for a long moment before he slips the head of his cock out and smears the cum covering the tip all over my clit. The sensation makes me want more, feeling empty without his width inside me. I’m begging for him to thrust back in and stretch me and give me another load.
I reach down and stroke him as he teases me with it. I whimper and put it at my opening, rocking my hips on it for more. He’s still hard and I know he could slip in so easily since I’m soaking for it. But his control is unbreakable as he lets me tease myself.
He leans down, kissing me slowly, and I let out a small moan. I love this sweet, tender moment, and I want it to keep going.
I feel another spurt of cum release on my pussy, and I try to rock on the head of his cock to take it deeper. He growls and gives me one last kiss before he pulls out of my grasp and sits me back up. I feel dazed with pleasure at what we just did, and I’m still horny for more. My body is buzzing with need, and he’s done this all to me in a matter of moments.
I watch through my eyelashes as Brooks fixes his clothes. The sight is erotic. Seeing him all disheveled and having to put himself together makes me want him all over again. God, what is wrong with me?