Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Come here.” I step from the shower and help her dry off, leading her to the bed. “You want to suck me off? We’ll figure out a way to get those lips on my cock.” I smile down at her, my cock twitching hungrily for her.
She smiles wide, reaching for me in long, quick strokes that highlight just how much she wants my cock. She flicks her tongue over the tip, and when that pearly bed of pre-come makes an appearance, she licks it off and takes me so deep she chokes, but my girl keeps going, deepthroating my cock in full porn star mode like she can’t get enough of me.
When a moan comes from the back of her throat, I’m about to lose my shit again.
I grip her hair to pull her away, but her hands grab my ass cheeks, keeping me right where she wants me as she swallows down every drop of come. I want to object, but it’s too good to feel anything but grateful.
After a few minutes—like a horny teenager—I take her again, laying her down on the bed. I stand above her while I pound us both into oblivion before emptying my balls again. Then, we lay together in bed for a recharging session.
We’re both panting and smiling like fools because neither of us can believe our explosive last hour. My hand goes again to her belly, rubbing circles as our breathing returns to normal. “How have you been?”
She shrugs, a small but happy smile on her face. “Morning sickness sucked, but it’s gone now. It’s odd and amazing, slightly terrifying.” Her sweet laugh hits me in the chest, and when I lean over to press a kiss to her round belly, she smiles.
“Don’t give your ma any more trouble, okay?” I kiss her belly again, and her fingers tangle in my hair. It’s an oddly sweet moment, tender in a way I don’t even try to understand. When our eyes meet, it’s affection and understanding and a little bit of something else I don’t even want to think about as I fall asleep beside her, my hand resting on top of our baby.
For the next two days, it’s just Sophie and me. I don’t give her a second to breathe without me, and neither does she. I wake her up with my cock buried deep, and her eyelids flutter open, a moan the first sound from her mouth.
She rides me at the kitchen table—reverse cowgirl, fuck yeah—while I massage her gorgeous tits.
I take her on the sofa, devouring her sweet pussy so slowly she begs me to make her come, and I do…eventually. I fuck her long and slow on the living room floor until she snakes a hand between us to give her swollen clit relief.
She makes breakfast or tries to anyway while I bring her to orgasm with my fingers. She drips maple syrup on my cock instead of the French toast and licks off every drop along with my load.
Later, I grab the most beautiful tits I have ever seen and titty fuck her, making her smile as she begs me to come all over her tits.
It’s the best forty-eight hours of my life, and I never want it to end. For the first fucking time in my life, I can see a future with a woman, and it has nothing to do with the fact that my baby is growing in her belly. Sophie isn’t just hot and dirty; she’s also beautiful and sweet and kind and so fucking smart I don’t know why she wants me.
For two days straight, we eat, and we talk, and we fuck on every surface of her apartment. It’s just the welcome home I need, and she is just the woman I need.
It’s a scarier thought than facing down terrorists or a pissed-off Commanding Officer, but just like every other challenge in my life, I’m ready to face it head-on.
I’m not exactly sure how to go about claiming a woman like Sophie, but I’m pretty sure that a fuck ton of orgasms is a good start.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Sophie
Having Tank here in my space, free from jail, is more than a dream come true. I’m in heaven, and it’s not just because my limbs are limp and loose and satisfied from the orgasms. It’s everything about this man.
The way he shivers and looks at me as his cock sinks into me with so much affection that my heart swells. The way his gray eyes sparkle when he listens to me talk, little laugh crinkles that form at the corners of his eyes, like he’s just happy to listen to me talk.
I know what it means, and even though it’s just what I want, it’s scary as hell, too.
“How have you been feeling,” he asks, leaning across the bed and placing one big hand on my belly.