Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
"Shh," he says, pressing a finger to my lips. "I won't reenlist. I don't have to. You and me will be happy wherever you want to go, wherever you want to live. I'll take care of you, baby. I promise."
"You promise?" I gasp as he enters me fully. The sensation is so deep, so overwhelming, I can hardly breathe. "Oh my goodness, Silas."
I wrap my arms around his neck, loving the way he feels inside of me. "Oh my. Oh my, oh my." I'm coming then, I feel it, the orgasm rolling over me in a way I have never felt before. Every inch of me is alive and on fire, and I wrap my legs around his body as he moves inside me.
He's big, and he fills me up, and he knows it. "God, you're so tight," he says.
"Is that good?" I ask.
"Oh baby, it's perfect. You're perfect." Then he pauses before adding, “We didn't use protection." His eyes meet mine as he enters me fully. "I'll pull out."
"No," I say. "I don't use protection either. I'm Catholic."
He looks at me with a knowing expression. "That means you want a big family?"
"Yes," I say. "I want to be pregnant with your babies over and over again. I want..." I shake my head, closing my eyes. "Does that sound weird?"
"No," he says, "it feels so fucking hot. I'm going to fill you up with my seed. I'm going to get you pregnant right now, and then I'm going to do the same thing in nine months over and over as long as you want."
"Don't tell me things you don't mean," I say. "My heart can't handle it."
"I already got a ring on your finger. I'm going to be your husband, and I'm going to be the father of your babies. You understand me?" He thrusts deeper and deeper. With each thrust, I want him more.
"Oh my gosh. I'm going to have all your babies. My belly's going to be full with your babies."
"Your tits are going to be so ripe with milk, and I'm going to suck them. I'm going to lick your tits, your nipples. You understand me? You're going to be my baby. You're going to be my bride and you're going to be filled with my seed over and over again."
"Take me," I say. "Take me anywhere you want."
"I'm going to take you to the edge and back again," he whispers.
"You promise?"
"I swear." His mouth is on mine again. He kisses me deeply as his cum shoots from his cock, filling me up, and tears fill my eyes. I’m overwhelmed with pleasure as the father of my children makes me his.
I'm no longer a virgin, and neither is he.
It's Christmas.
The house is ours, and we're going to do this all day long.
11
SILAS
We manage to put our pajamas back on, and I bring my girl coffee and pastries to the Christmas tree. We're sitting there with a punch-drunk love look on our faces, laughing, sipping our coffee, and eating the croissants.
"This feels like too good to be true," Miracle says. "I mean, look at us. It's like make-believe."
"Don't say that," I tell her. "It could be our life. Why not? Everything anybody does is because they choose to. Why can't we just choose to be ridiculously happy?"
"I suppose we can," she says. "My sisters are going to be ...." Then her eyes widen. "And my father. Oh, my God, he's not going to have any idea what happened. In the blink of an eye, I'm getting married, and ...." Then her eyes fall. "I'm sorry. Maybe we were just talking in the moment, and you don't mean ...."
"Miracle, you can't back out now. You're my fiancée. I've already proposed. We're getting married."
"You mean it?" she says.
"Of course," I tell her. "I love you."
"I love you, too. We can't wait too long," she says. "I mean, what if I did just get pregnant?"
"Oh, I sure as hell hope you did," I tell her.
She laughs, taking another bite of the croissant. "This just may be the best Christmas ever."
"It sure is," I tell her. "Like it all just worked out exactly as it was supposed to."
"Can it be that easy?" she asks. "You and I both getting our dream-come-true just like that?"
"What? You want some drama? You want me to break up with you, run out of here? You want your dad to say no or my parents to refuse? It's Christmas. Why can't it just be perfect?"
"I don't know. Can it?"
"Yes. You've had pain in your life, too, Miracle. You said earlier you haven't been through hard things, but you lost your mom. You made the choice to leave the convent. You've been through enough hard things. Let this one be easy."
Her eyes sparkle with the Christmas lights around her. "I guess you're right. We don't have to make this complicated. We can just do what we want: get married and be happy and have a family. And are you sure you don't want to be in the Navy?"