Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I wipe the fog off the glass so I can watch us in the mirror. My breasts are pressed against the glass and my mouth is wide open as he takes me roughly from behind.
His fingertips are digging into my hips. I feel an orgasm coming on like an unstoppable force. It builds and builds with each thrust of his perfect dick. It’s bigger than this afternoon. Thicker. Longer.
My eyes are locked on him through the mirror as he starts to get even bigger. Everything is swelling up. His arms, his chest, his cock deep inside me.
I cry out as I start to cum on him.
His eyes flash brighter and I know that his animal is close to the surface. He’s mid-phase now and struggling to hold his bear back.
“Do it,” I moan as the orgasm hits its peak. I throw my head to the side, exposing my neck for him. “Mark me.”
With a snarl, he lunges forward and sinks his teeth into the tingling spot. Pain sears my skin, but it quickly turns into a comforting warmth that mixes with my orgasm and circulates through my body.
I’m his now. I’m truly his.
He slides his teeth out and thrusts his cock up one last time, holding himself inside me as he lets go with a monstrous roar.
Another orgasm hits me, mixing with the first when I feel his cock surging hot cum into my trembling pussy.
We’re both gasping as the warm water washes down on us. He’s clinging onto me and only lets go when I grab his hand.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers when he realizes how tight he was holding me. There are pink fingerprints on my skin that are sure to become bruises.
“It’s okay,” I whisper as I watch him shrink back to his normal size. “It felt really good.”
“Did I hurt your neck?” he asks as he slides out of me. I whimper at the loss.
I touch the tingling spot and it feels… right. Everything feels perfect.
“A little,” I say as I turn around to look at him. “But it feels good now.”
He holds my arms, clinging onto me as he stares at me in disbelief. “I still can’t believe you’re here.”
“I’m here,” I tell him. “And I’m going to stay.”
“Really?” The relief on his face brings a smile to mine.
I nod. “If you’ll have me.”
He wraps his big arms around me and holds me like he’s never going to let me go.
“You’re already mine, princess,” he says as he leans in and kisses the spot on my neck. “And I have the mark to prove it.”
I grin, knowing that’s never going to change.
I’m going to be his forever.
Epilogue
Mary
Three Months Later…
“Not on my hand. Please not on my hand,” I whisper to myself as I lower the stick between my legs. It’s the first time I’ve taken a pregnancy test (or tried to pee on something) and it’s a little weird.
It’s been three months since I moved onto the ranch with Cameron and I absolutely love my new life. I’m still a city girl at heart, but this mountain town is growing on me. I’m ready to lay down roots and start a family with my amazing mate.
As predicted, my boss fired me when I told him the story fell through and I had nothing to turn in. I don’t mind. It was a small price to pay to keep these Dixon boys out of trouble and to keep myself alive.
And it’s not so bad because I got a job at the local paper and already got assigned a huge story—a big scoop on fertilizer prices going up by fifty cents. I might get the cover. I might just get a Pulitzer Prize.
It’s simple, but I like it. My life could use a little more simple.
I’m going to have a lot more time to enjoy life with my man and I might even be able to start writing non-fiction books like I’ve always wanted to.
“Alright,” I whisper as I pull the stick back up. “Let’s see if I’m knocked up.”
I see a little pink cross staring at me and I gasp.
“No way!”
I’m pregnant!
I can’t believe it, although it’s not too shocking considering Cameron and I have been having sex multiple times a day since we first met. It was bound to happen eventually, especially with such a virile, masculine man like him.
Still, I’m going to be a mom…
“Holy shit, I’m going to be a mom!”
I flush the toilet and then stare at my shocked reflection in the mirror, trying to process all of the surging emotions running through me.
Am I ready?
Is anyone ever ready?
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, knowing that Cameron is going to be by my side the entire way. I can do anything with him. We can accomplish anything together.
The shocked feelings turn to excitement as I head outside to surprise him.