Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Ah, fuckin’ hell,” I groaned. I wanted to roll us over so I was on top of her, pinning her like before. I didn’t because I loved looking up at her like this. The look of wonder and excitement on her face while my body worked hers was not something I wanted to miss. I wanted the full view, to see every blush and shiver over her skin.
“Ringo!” She threw back her head and screamed. Her long hair spilled down her back, tickling my balls, and that was it. I was fucking done, because this woman was taking everything I had to give and embracing it. Just like I wanted her to.
I roared my release, bellowing as loud as she screamed. If I didn’t want her to hold back, I wasn’t holding myself back from her either.
Calista fell on top of me, her breath ragged. Her hair wove us together where it clung to my beard and her sweat-dampened skin. She was limp as a sleepy kitten, draped over me contentedly. “I can’t move.”
I was still inside her, my cock twitching occasionally. Usually right after her pussy contracted around me, milking me of every last fucking drop. “No one said you had to.” I kissed the top of her head, nuzzling her in an effort to bring her comfort and to assure myself this was actually real. What I’d just experienced with Calista, a little slip of an inexperienced young woman, was nothing short of mind-altering. I knew this was my woman. The woman I was always meant to be with.
“I’m sure you’d be more comfortable without someone lying on top of you.” She still didn’t move. I had to smile.
“Nope. Perfectly fine the way I am.”
“Um, Ringo?” She was still boneless and didn’t stiffen, but I heard the slight strain in her voice. Like she was uncertain with herself or afraid. I didn’t like the thoughts of either.
“What is it, baby girl?”
“We, uh…” She cleared her throat. “That is, you came inside me. We didn’t use a condom.”
It took a second for what she’d said to penetrate my brain and I waited. For several seconds. Then a couple more.
Any second now…
There was no panic. No dread. What there was, was extreme and total satisfaction. Like I knew for absolute certainty I’d just gotten her pregnant when nothing could have been further from the truth. But it felt like I was right. I found the thought of Calista’s belly growing round with my baby more arousing than it should have been. Maybe.
My cock shot hard almost the second the realization hit me. Calista stiffened and pushed off my chest far enough to look at me. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in a silent “O” of surprise. Then she grinned.
“You like the thought you might’ve knocked me up? Do you even know my father? Because, no matter if he basically gave you to me or not, if you get me pregnant this quick, you know he’s gonna kill you. Right?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her horrified expression before pulling her back to me for a kiss. I rolled us over, rocking my hips from side to side as I kept myself seated deep inside her.
“Yeah, babe. Known him a helluva long time longer than you. And I can tell you with great confidence that your assessment of the situation is entirely one hundred percent correct.”
As I’d hoped, Calista burst into giggles. I nuzzled my way to her neck, threatening to take a bite out of her. She squealed in delight but didn’t fight me at all. It was like she soaked up the positive attention and touches in any form. Borris Illivitch had a lot to answer for. You know. Before I let him die.
I gradually changed my touches from tickling and playful to more coaxing and caressing. She sighed and found my mouth with hers in a sweet kiss.
I rocked into her, one slow, lazy thrust after another. “You’re beautiful, baby girl. So Goddamned beautiful.”
Her pussy clamped around my cock as I continued to stroke in and out of her. She met every one with a rise of her hips.
I’d told her I wanted to make love to her, but I honestly wasn’t sure I understood exactly what that meant. I knew I wanted her to feel cherished and wanted. Loved. Those weren’t things I knew how to express or even what they felt like. Until this moment.
“I’m yours, Ringo. All yours. Just remember you’re all mine too.”
“I swear to you, Calista. For as long as I live, I’ll be yours. We’ll work together to make this work between us. Yes?”
The smile she gave me was nothing short of glorious. “Yes.”
The next time she came -- and took me with her -- I settled her in front of me, my arm around her waist, and held her tight. This was where Calista belonged. If I had my way, this was where she’d always stay.