Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
With his grip on her body, he spun her around so once again she was on the bed, and he drove his cock inside her. This time, when he came, he wasn’t going to pull out. He was going to keep his dick inside her, and it would increase the chance of her conceiving.
“I was supposed to be on top,” she said, giving him a pout.
He chuckled. “And now, I get to have my fun.”
He drove inside her, filling her pussy.
There was no way he was going to find a second orgasm and not give Robin one, so he slowed his thrusts, reaching between them to tease her little clit.
She cried out and much to his surprise, she came with just a few strokes of her clit. The sounds were amazing. He didn’t want to stop, but he knew he wouldn’t last long. His orgasm was already so close, and he had held it off for so long.
This time, as he came, he thrust inside her, filling her, thinking about what it could mean. That he could finally knock her up and have a child, a family, and everything he had ever desired, and didn’t even realize he wanted, so very soon.
Chapter Eight
Four Days Later
Robin had been worried that they had messed up. They were meant to be friends, and there wasn’t supposed to be any sex.
They were two lost grumps finding their way. When Dylan invited her on this vacation, she intended to just enjoy it and relax. There had never been any idea that she and him would … have sex.
The last four days had been filled with sex, and taking care of Buttercup. They had never forgotten about her, and even though she spent a lot of days just sleeping, she always brought them peace.
It had been the best four days of her life, and that was scary for her. She refused to compare the feelings she had for Dylan with her ex. There was no comparison.
She nibbled her lip as she looked out over the ocean. Dylan was at the house, preparing a small picnic for them both. He’d insisted on it and she said she would wait for him near the ocean. This was a beautiful place for romance.
She attempted to tuck her hair behind her ear, but the wind kept blowing it across her face. The sound of a grunt drew her attention and she turned in time to see Dylan carrying a large picnic basket.
“Wow,” she said, laughing.
He looked up and winked at her. They had barely dressed the past four days. This was a first. Each time she tried to put any clothes on, Dylan was always there to take them off. He pulled out a picnic blanket and attempted to fight with the wind to place it on the sand.
Robin laughed as he attempted to do this, and then shook her head, going to help him. They had no choice but to sit on it in order to keep it on the ground.
“You didn’t have to do all of this,” she said.
“I wanted to. You’ve been cooking for us most of this week. The least I could do was prepare a few snacks.”
He’d insisted on standing in front of the stove. They had a freezer full of snack foods, from mini sausage rolls to quiches, and several other different kinds of snacks.
They didn’t have the proper means to store them, no Tupperware, so he’d placed them on a plate, wrapped with a towel. They also still felt warm.
Dylan placed them on the blanket and with the wind picking up the sand, they were both laughing as he decided to keep them completely covered.
“This is what I had planned,” he said. “A mystery picnic. Pick a plate and close your eyes.”
She couldn’t help laughing, but then pointed to a plate and closed her eyes.
“You’re going to need to open your mouth.”
Robin did so, feeling her cheeks fill with warmth as he slowly presented her with a snack. She took a bite and had no choice but to continue eating. It was a quiche, and she opened her eyes in time to see Dylan place the other half of the quiche into his own mouth.
Before she had even finished chewing, his nose wrinkled. “That’s fucking disgusting.”
She finally managed to swallow the snack. “It was fine.”
“No, it wasn’t.” He snuck another one from the plate and took half in one bite and then shook his head, grabbing a piece of tissue and spitting it out. “Pick a plate.”
She was tempted to ask him if she really needed to, but decided he went to the effort of cooking it all, so she closed her eyes and opened her lips. This time, it was a mini sausage roll, and it was not bad.
“See, I can cook something,” he said.