Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Chapter 7
Liam
I have a million questions, but none of them matter now because I’m balls deep inside her virgin pussy about to breed. Fuck, I should be pissed, but I’m the farthest thing from mad. A sense of pride, pumped-up ego, and relief that I’m not alone in this hit me all at once. I’m doing my best not to nut, but fuck, her warm womb is constricting around me. My rhythm picks up double-time, pumping long hard strokes into her tight little heat. Her walls clench around my cock, and my balls rise up.
Looking into her eyes, I see her desire, and it’s fucking me all up. I’m going to marry her, and that makes the urge to come all the greater. I yank my eyes away from her lustful gaze and move them down to stare between us where we’re connected. I see my dick covered in her virgin blood, and I do my best to hang on. I’m about to come, but I need my future wife to come with me. My hands and mouth move all over her breasts. With her taut nipple in my mouth, I scrape my teeth along the stiffened peak. Her tits are so perfect and heavy. I could suck on them all day long. She arches and then I feel her core contract, pulling my cum from my balls.
“You’re mine,” I roar. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she moans with her eyes closed and her head tossed back. That doesn’t work for me. I want to see her eyes as I fill her with my seed.
“Open your eyes, baby.” She does as I request. “Good, now say it.”
“I’m yours, Liam.” I kiss her hard.
“Good girl.” I swat her ass, then pull out of her tight fucking pussy. I want to stay inside her, but I need answers, and those can’t wait. I sit next to her on the bed, then lift her up to straddle me. I can feel the stickiness between us, and it’s fucking perfect.
“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”
She bites her bottom lip which I find too damn sexy. “Um…I normally work at a salon as a receptionist on the Northside. A woman, who’s a regular, came in and started talking to me. She said her ex-lover avoided talking to her so she couldn’t give him her son. She paid me three thousand dollars to bring him to you. She handed me a paternity paper that has your name on it and all. I was supposed to call her if you didn’t take him, but she didn’t answer the phone.” I sit up straighter. This is more fucked up than I thought. Someone is trying to frame me. It wasn’t a mistaken identity thing.
“She lied to you. That boy looks a lot like me, but I know he’s not my son. That I’m positive about.”
“What? I mean. Oh shit, this is worse than I expected. That’s what I get for thinking the money was a blessing. What am I supposed to do? I don’t have the finances to care for him. I’m going to have to hunt her down.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to say it is. Did the mother give you all that baby stuff?”
“I’m guessing so because I only had the baby for twenty minutes when I showed up at your office.”
“Well I have to say selfishly, I’m glad he’s not yours either. The thought of my brother knocking you up pissed me off every time I looked at you.”
“Do you think he’s your brother’s son?” she asks, at least hopeful that the boy is related. I investigated her background. She has a fucked up family but has never been known to do anything wrong. I couldn’t find anything on the baby, which now makes a ton of sense.
“It’s possible. What information do you have on the woman?” Maybe I can narrow down the possibilities. I don’t know how many women there were in his past, but he had some female friends.
“She’s gorgeous and blonde. I’d say she’s about thirty. I suppose I can get more information from the salon, but her first name is Cherry.”
A roar of anger escapes my throat. “Oh hell no.” I scoot her off me and slip on my boxers. I need my phone right away.
“Baby, did she have big boobs and a fake sounding southern accent?”
“Yes.”
“Damn it.” I thrust my hands through my hair like I always do. This isn’t good at all. The ramifications could be painful.
“So…you do remember her?” I can feel the hurt in her voice. She thinks I don’t remember a one-night stand.
“I remember her, but I wouldn’t touch that gold digging whore.” I slip on my joggers. Then I hit the number to my fucking lawyer. “Wake up.”
“What’s going on?” he stammers.
“You didn’t do a good job with that bitch Cherry. Why the fuck am I just learning that I have a little brother?” Renee gasps, clasping her hand to her mouth. I bend down and kiss her forehead. There’s a lot of explaining I’m going to have to do, but I want to know why the person supposedly in charge of her whereabouts neglected that whole little unmistakable fact.