Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“I’m not on birth control,” I babble again, unable to hide my panic. “Oh my god, what do we do?”
The alpha male drops his head and kisses me, still buried tight in my sweet folds.
“It’s fine, baby. I’ll get you the morning after pill. You’ll be okay, don’t worry about it,” he soothes. “You were so fucking sweet and innocent, Emily, that I couldn’t stop. I’m sorry about that, baby, but I promise I’ll make it right for you.”
Then, he kisses me again, and I kiss him back because I trust this man. Being in Christian Degas’s arms is like home ... and as he smiles down at me on this moonlit night, somehow I know that he feels the same.
10
Christian
Mine, mine, mine.
If there’s anything that describes how I feel about Emily, it’s the intense sense of possession whenever I’m with the curvy girl, which is basically all the time, given that we’ve barely left my bed this past week. She’s saucy, curvy, and so incredibly sweet, all simultaneously too. How the fuck did this happen? The young woman was a fucking trespasser who was left here by her mother to stake a claim on my cabin. But instead, the relationship has become something more. It’s sweet, tender, and filthy, and I can’t get enough.
Is it romance? I don’t know but it definitely feels like it. I watch Emily all the time, as that curvy form moves about in the kitchen, cooking up delicious meals from scratch. I’m aware of her as I type at my keyboard, her feminine presence filling the cabin with sweetness and light. And at night, I become a savage beast. I ride her curves again and again, filling that tender cunt full of seed as we moan and pant, writhing in the sheets.
So yeah, I’d say shit has changed. It’s become fucked-up and the fact is that I’m a fucked-up asshole for even embarking on a fuckfest with a woman who’s technically my ex-stepdaughter. But the snow continues to surround us; we’re trapped in a warm, cozy cabin together; and Emily can’t get enough of my massive shaft either. She was an innocent when we started, but in the last week, I’ve transformed her into a come-hungry slut ready to harbor my dick at any hour of the day.
In fact, as I sit across from her at the table, downing a delicious lunch of grilled cheese and piping hot tomato soup, I could swear that she’s smiling at something filthy on her mind.
“What is it?” I growl, putting down my spoon. “Why are you laughing?”
She giggles, her big breasts bouncing as her cheeks go pink.
“Well, I’m dripping, Christian. Down there. Is it possible that your loads have been getting bigger? Is that even biologically possible?”
I grin while stroking her plump thigh under the table.
“I don’t know but I think so. You’re so fucking sexy, honey, that I come like a beast whenever I’m in you. We’ve been having the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, baby girl, and trust me, I’ve had a lot of it. This is fucking fantabulous.”
She blushes, stealing a look at me from under her lashes.
“Fantabulous?” Emily giggles. “That’s a funny word for a big ole mountain man like you to use. But really, Christian? I’m the best you’ve ever had?”
My big hand skims up her thigh to tickle at her panties, and sure enough, they’re damp from a mixture of my seeping seed and her feminine nectar.
“Yes,” I growl. “You are absolutely the best, sweetheart. You’re horny, slutty, and so innocent, all at the same time. You make me into a wild animal, and I love fucking you in every hole.”
After all, Emily hasn’t just given me her pussy cherry, but she’s gifted me with her ass cherry as well. It happened slow, I swear. I didn’t just punch in like a fucking caveman. Instead, I worked my cock in gradually, the curvy girl moaning and grunting as she absorbed inch after inch of my fuckshaft in her tiny anus. But soon, she was taking me like a champ in her rear end, and if anything, Emily craves anal sex now. She loves having my hard rod deep in her back door, and begs for it so prettily each night.
But yes, there’s still the problem of contraception. I take her small hand in my big one, and look straight into her innocent blue eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay with us not using protection, sweetheart? I know I gave you the morning after pill after our first night together, but I only had that one. And we’ve used up all my condoms, and we’re still snowed in, so there’s no way to get a hold of more.”
Emily swallows hard, her slender throat moving slightly. But she tightens her fingers around mine.