Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Her breasts bounce when I finger her faster, driving slickly into her hole, sliding out, and pushing it. Leaning down, I suck her nipples again, indulging my finger in her hole, fucking claiming her, owning her.
“Ah, ah, ah.” She whimpers. “S-Sam…”
I keep going. Time doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except the flow of my woman’s body, her bucking as her pleasure flows over my hand. She moans louder, letting all her nerves and chains go. She loses herself so much in the release that she squeezes my shoulders. After, she smiles up at me, eyes blurry and happy. “I think you might have to tie me down.”
I smirk, roll over, and hold myself up with my hands. “Next time, Katy, but maybe I want you to grab and scratch me. Reminders of this moment. Your first time.”
I’m always addicted to looking into her eyes, but even more so now as I reach down and grab my base, guiding my tip to her entrance. Slowly, her eyes get wider and wider, in time with the passage of my cock gliding into her.
I snarl as her walls clutch onto me tightly, heat flaming up my length. I push all the way in and then hold myself there, her walls squeezing my base.
“We’re together,” she moans. “This is it. Forever. Together. F-forever.”
“Together,” I growl, slowly slipping out of her, attuned to her every whimper and moan. “Forever…”
She grabs my arms as I rock back, gliding out of her, and thrust back in. The lamplight shimmers across her belly. Every inch of her is captivating: her tits, flushed neck, and cheeks. I wish I could see her from every conceivable angle. She’s perfect. She’s mine, just mine.
Her moans get more intense as I move quicker. I’m listening to her body, the way her slit kisses my cock, the movement of her hips. My seed is already trying to erupt into her irresistible body to make a home in her womb, but I need to see her cream on my dick. I need to feel her release.
She gasps, grabbing the sheets, as she grinds up and down on the sheets, bouncing in time with me. She’s actively guiding her pussy down my dick, chasing the pleasure as fiercely as I am.
Snarling, I fall against her. She wraps her arms around me as my hips explode into overdrive. I’m growling, almost roaring. I’m the monster I was when I set Jackal on Paul yesterday, but now I have a purpose. My woman. Her body. Every moan. She digs her nails into my back, gasping in my ear, her breath caressing me. “I’m-I’m…”
But she doesn’t have to tell me. I can feel her pulsing around my dick. I lean back and stare down, watching as my fat cock crashes into her hole. I watch as her thick, perfect cream slides down my dick. I know I can’t take it for long after seeing her release.
I fuck her harder. I let out a snarl, pulse into her, the bed creaking, her moans getting even higher pitch. I wonder if she will ask me to stop, but then she digs her nails into my arms, leaving marks, staring at me.
“Fuck me harder,” she moans. “As hard as you want. Fuck me because I’m yours. I’m yours, and I need you to get me pregnant.”
“Oh, fuck.” I shudder as I push into her harder, the bed whining. “Say… that… again.”
“Make me pregnant,” she moans. “Make… me… preg… preg… preg…”
She’s doing it again. Cream flows down my dick as I completely lose control, any semblance of it. I’m pounding her, unleashing myself on her, and she’s rewarding me with wave after wave of her release.
“Make me,” she groans, “pregnant.”
I collapse atop her, my balls emptying as my shaft blazes with fire. That’s what it feels like, all the passion and the hunger exploding up my dick. My end is the most intense part, burning with pleasure as my vision blurs and I stare at my woman. The shape of her mouth opens with her pleasure. No, our pleasure.
We finish together. I laugh as I lie beside her, holding her in my arms. She props up on my chest, laying her hands flat on my chest. “What’s funny?”
“Nothing. I’m just so happy. I feel like we were made for that—to be together and create a life.”
She beams so captivatingly my shaft is already getting hard again. My soul is aching and just as hungry. “That was amazing. I knew I was right, not letting myself be nervous.”
“Not letting yourself,” I repeat, kissing her forehead. “You talk like a SEAL. You’ve got a strong mind. You’re going to make the best mother and the best wife.”
“Wife,” she whispers, shivering when I kiss her on the cheek. “So you’re serious about that, huh?”
“I’ve never been more serious about anything.”