Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
My breath caught in my throat when he licked me from top to bottom before stiffening his tongue and shoving it deep inside my channel. Then he slid his hand between us and pinched my clit, sending me flying. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. “Yes! Cason, yes!”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he urged against my damp flesh. His tongue continued to sweep through my wetness, never slowing down while he drew out my pleasure. I didn't have any leverage with my shoulders pressed against the mattress and my hips lifted in his hold. He was in complete control of my body as he continued to devour me, sending me straight into a second orgasm as soon as I came down from the first.
I was overcome with pleasure when he got to his knees and drove his entire length into me with one powerful thrust. My nerve endings were overly sensitive, and I let out a startled cry. Cason anchored himself deep as he lowered his body onto mine, his dark eyes scanning my face for any sign of pain. “Too much?”
“Never.” I dragged my nails down his back until they reached his perfect butt. Grabbing hold of both cheeks, I circled my hips. “I was made to take every inch of you.”
“You’re so fucking perfect, my fierce miracle.” He ground against me, hitting a spot deep inside that had me seeing stars. “Come for me again so I can see your pleasure in those golden eyes of yours again. So I can feel your pussy strangle my cock until you suck me dry. Maybe this time when my come fills your womb, we’ll make a baby.”
His dirty talk always turned me on, but adding in the stuff about getting me pregnant ratcheted it up several notches. My nails dug into his butt hard enough that they’d probably leave a permanent mark, but that only seemed to spur him on more. “You always smell so delicious, especially when I can scent your desire. But I bet it’ll be even better when you’re carrying my baby. You want that, too. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cried as he picked up the pace until he was pounding in and out of me.
“Hurry, baby. I’m so fucking close. Need you to come.”
His raspy plea sent me over the edge. I flung my head back and screamed, “Cason!”
“That’s it, mate. Milk my come from my cock with your pussy.” He slammed into me a few more times before planting himself deep. Come spurted from his dick, splashing against my inner walls in hot bursts and filling me up so much that it dripped down my legs.
“Wow,” I gasped when I was able to breathe again.
“You can say that again.” Cason pulled his still hard length out of me and fell onto his back. His arm went under my shoulders to bring me close. “It should be impossible, building on perfection the way we do. Somehow it just keeps getting better each time.”
I pressed a kiss against his jaw. “You won’t get any complaints from me.”
“I think this time was exceptionally perfect because I knocked you up,” Cason murmured, his breath hot against my cheek as I cuddled against his chest.
Moving until I straddled him, I suggested, “Maybe we should try again, just to be sure.”
Epilogue
Cason
“Hey, Kace,” I greeted my alpha. He’d called earlier and asked to stop by, but he’d been cryptic about the reason. I was still wary of letting people around my four-week-old son, but Kace was my alpha, and he’d said it was important.
“Cason,” he replied. “Peppa here too?” I nodded and stood back, gesturing for him to come in. “I hate to bother her while she’s on maternity leave, but something has come up, and I need a favor.”
I raised my brow but didn’t comment until I’d shut the door behind him. “She’s in the nursery feeding Cyrus, but he should be asleep in a few minutes. Do you want to wait until you can talk to both of us?” He nodded, so I headed down the hall to the kitchen, knowing Kace would follow, and went to the refrigerator to grab a couple of beers.
No sooner had we settled in the living room with our drinks than Peppa padded into the room with a soft smile curving her lips. “Cy go down okay, baby?” I asked as I jumped up to help her to her favorite, overstuffed chair and lower her down into it. She insisted she wasn’t sore and didn’t need my “coddling” anymore, but the truth was that I liked taking care of her. So I did it anyway.
Kace apologized again for the interruption, but Peppa waved him off and rolled her eyes. “You’re always welcome, Kace.” Then she threw me a dirty look. “Besides, I could use a little company since Cason hasn’t let me have many visitors since we left the hospital.”