Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Oh crap!” she whimpered. “Gage, I’m not on birth control.”
I grinned up at her. “Is that supposed to make me want to wrap up? Because it doesn’t.”
“You…you want me to get pregnant?”
I shrugged. “It’s not as though I’ve been actively trying to knock you up. But if it happened, I would be over the moon.”
Her eyes turned soft, and she smiled sweetly. “I wouldn’t mind so much either,” she admitted softly.
“You should probably be living with the father of your baby.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she yanked the strands of my hair. “That wasn’t fair.”
“Never claimed to be fair, baby,” I murmured. “I’ll do anything it takes to make you mine, to have you with me all the time. Even if it means being a little underhanded and sneaky.”
“There you go, being all rugged and cute again,” she teased.
I snarled and grabbed her waist, throwing her onto the mattress as I shot to my feet. My long, thick cock pressed against her drenched center as I came down on top of her. “Not cute,” I grunted before I raised my hips, then punched forward, sheathing myself in one thrust.
Rory cried out, and I groaned in ecstasy. Nothing felt better than being buried inside my woman’s tight, hot pussy.
Her hands curled around my biceps, and she dug her fingers into my skin.
I pushed her legs wide and palmed her ass, raising her so the angle allowed me to push in even farther. “Fuck, yeah,” I moaned when her body clenched, strangling my dick. “Love being inside you, baby. Fuck!”
“Oh, yes! Gage! Yes! Yes!” Rory’s head thrashed from side to side, and her legs wrapped around my hips. I leaned over her and sucked one of her rosy nipples into my mouth. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned. “Gage…oh, yes!”
I released the nipple with a little pop and sucked on the other one as I slammed into her over and over.
My cock bumped against her cervix, and I suddenly realized just how badly I wanted to put my baby in her sexy belly. I’d always known I wanted a family, but it was just a far-off idea on the periphery of my mind. But when Rory had waltzed into my life, she brought my desire for a wife and kids screaming to the forefront.
However, before I completely lost my shit, I needed something else from her.
“Rory, baby,” I murmured. “I’m still not gonna let you come until you give me what I want.”
She double blinked at me, her eyes glazed with passion. But when I stilled my movements, the haze cleared, and she seemed to remember what I was talking about.
“You really want me to move in with you?”
“I want it all with you, Rory.”
“Okay, then. I’ll move in.”
I grinned and rotated my hips, loving the way it made her shudder and quake. “Your turn to get what you want,” I grunted.
“Oh, goody,” she gasped, making me chuckle.
Then laughter became moans and cries of rapture as I pounded into her so roughly that the bed slammed into the wall. I’d put her so on edge that it only took a few moments before she was ready to fly off the edge of paradise.
“Come, baby,” I demanded.
Rory dropped her head back and screamed my name as her climax hit.
“Oh, fuck, baby! Fuck, yes!” Her inner muscles spasmed and rippled around my cock, pushing me over the edge right behind her.
Her name left my lips on a roar as I thrust in one last time and exploded, filling her with hot come until it leaked out.
“Holy shit, nerd,” I rasped as I wrapped her in my arms and rolled onto my back. “I don’t know how, but it gets better every fucking time.”
“No pun intended?”
A bellow of laughter burst from my chest, and I hugged her as close as possible.
As I strolled into my room—actually ours now—a few days later, a smile split my face at the mess all around me. Once Rory agreed to move in with me, I’d expected to have to convince her to let me hire movers the next day. And by convince, I really meant withholding orgasms until she saw things my way.
To my satisfaction, she’d said yes because she didn’t have classes on Mondays. Everything was packed up and delivered that night, and she’d been organizing and putting her shit away in the evenings.
I didn’t give a damn that her stuff was everywhere. I was just happy to see it here with mine.
Something flew up onto the bed, and I chuckled as I walked around to see Rory sitting on the floor, going through a pile of T-shirts. I picked up the one she’d tossed on the bed and held it up in front of me, then chuckled when I read it.
I don’t quit. I restart.
After setting it back down, I realized several other similar shirts were scattered around. One by one, I picked them up and read them until I was laughing so hard I had to sit down.