Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in. Come was dripping from my cock, my balls drawing up tight, but I wasn’t ready to let go yet. I set a punishing rhythm, slamming into her, our mixed cries of pleasure echoing off of the walls.
I brought her back up suddenly, her back flush against my front, then lifted one of her legs and put my arm underneath it from behind, holding her wide open. My other hand journeyed down to play with her clit, then I dipped a digit inside her for a tighter penetration, my finger following the rhythm of my cock, but curling up each time to reach her sensitive spot. The heel of my hand rubbed her outer bundle of nerves and she began to scream.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore so I removed my finger and pinched her clit as I pounded into her two more times, then roared with my own climax as it barreled through me like a fucking freight train.
TWENTY-FOUR
Carly
“This is more like it, much closer to how I imagined we’d spend our wedding night,” I whispered, my lips brushing against Brandon’s chest as I cuddled against him in our bed. After he’d finished cleaning me up, since he’d gotten me all dirty again, he’d toweled me off, lifted me into his arms, and refused to let me go. Not that I put up much of a fight. If I had my way, I’d never leave his embrace again.
“You pictured yourself on your knees, sucking me off in apology and getting your ass spanked the prettiest shade of pink before I made you scream my name?”
“Don’t be a jackass,” I grumbled, smacking his chest.
“What?” he asked, trying to sound innocent. “It’s exactly how I imagined it, except for the apology part.”
“Maybe it was the opposite of what I’d pictured,” I murmured.
“How so?”
“As much as I love the feel of your cock in my mouth, I’m kind of partial to the sight of you being the one on your knees.”
“Then I’d better get on my knees since my new wife should have everything she wants.” He rolled me onto my back and settled in between my legs. Spreading my thighs wide, he rose onto his knees to bend over me and curl his lips around one of my aching nipples. My back arched off the mattress as he licked his way down my body. He paused, his mouth hovered over my quivering pussy, and my hips jerked even higher.
“Don’t torture me,” I begged.
He lowered his head, his tongue lapping at my pussy in long, slow licks that drove me crazy. Then he spread my folds with his thumbs and feasted on me. His tongue licked, his lips sucked, and his teeth nipped. It wasn’t until he pushed two fingers inside me and clamped his mouth around my clit that I finally flew apart, my orgasm rolling over me hard and fast.
Once my pulse settled and I could breathe again, I lifted my head to look up into Brandon’s eyes. After he’d licked me through my climax, he’d moved up the mattress to cradle me in his arms. “There was one more thing I’d wanted to do on our wedding night. I had a test with a plus sign on it in a pretty little gift bag and everything, but I seemed to have lost it along the way.”
“Do it without it,” he urged.
“What’s the point? You already know.”
“The point is, we aren’t going to let that bastard take anything else from us. You wanted this special moment between us, and you’re going to get it.” Steely determination filled his tone.
“You make an excellent point,” I agreed. Even though he already knew about the baby, butterflies set off in my belly. I took a deep breath and blurted out my news as I exhaled. “We’re pregnant!”
His hand slid down to cover my stomach. “Fuck yeah, we are.”
Unfortunately, we didn’t get much time to celebrate our happy news because it wasn’t long before the outside world intruded on our time together. Ewan called in the morning to let us know he’d found evidence of three other men who’d been feeding Sean information. We couldn’t put off a confrontation with them, not without risking the possibility that they’d spook and split town. Their betrayal needed to be met head-on, so we told Ewan to round them up right away. Our next call was to Tommy, or I should say Brandon’s call, because they spoke while I prayed to the porcelain gods, yet again. Brandon asked him to bring a few guys to help capture the traitors and to start the interrogation as soon as they’d nabbed them.
Tommy and Ewan moved quickly, and less than an hour later they texted to let us know they were headed back to O’Reilly’s. It took another hour before my nausea was under control, which meant we didn’t get to the pub until they’d been there for almost two hours. As we walked through the bar area, I sent the bottles of whiskey a look of longing. I could really do with a shot before the showdown that was about to happen. I tore my gaze away and straightened my spine, digging deep because I knew all of my daring was going to have to come naturally since I couldn’t have any liquid courage as long as I was pregnant.