Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
I move as slow as I can, my muscles clenched tightly as I do. It’s taking all of my self-control not to slam balls deep into her the first time.
I pause when she inhales sharply, forcing my body to stay still. “Are you still with me?”
If she tells me to stop, I’ll find the strength. I don’t know how the fuck I will, but I’ll do it.
“You’re so big. It feels so good.” She arches up. “No one told me it would feel so good.”
Slowly, I work more of my cock into her until I’m fully seated inside. I pause then, trying to give her a minute to adjust. I’m a hell of a lot bigger than her tiny frame. I grunt, denying my body the right to move, “You’re so fuckin’ tight. So hot and soft. Such a good girl.”
“Noah.” She writhes against me, pressing her lips against my smooth jaw. She trails kisses higher and higher, setting me on fire with every brush of her soft lips. When she gets to my earlobe, she takes it between her teeth, nipping at the sensitive skin. Her next words send a shudder through me, “Get me pregnant.”
Her simple command has me pumping my hips into her, determined to make her wish and mine come true.
I slip my hand between our bodies because I need it. Need to see her belly round and her big tits bouncing. Need to see her pressing her hand to her tummy as those first fluttering kicks start.
She comes with a shriek of pleasure that’s nearly deafening and I follow with a roar, pumping every bit of my seed into her hot little pussy.
She moans as I continue to spurt into her. “You’re giving me a baby.”
“Damn straight I am,” I promise her as I roll over onto my back. I roll her with me, careful to keep my dick inside of her body. I don’t want a single drop of my come escaping. Not until she’s good and pregnant will I be coming anywhere else.
She rests her head on my chest. “I didn’t even realize I wanted to be a mom until I met you. Now, I keep thinking about it. Wondering what having a family would be like. Except…” Her voice trails off.
I don’t like the note in her tone, the way she sounds so sad. I run my fingers across her back in a circle, trying to soothe whatever pain is troubling her. “Except what?”
“Except what if I’m not meant to have a family? I’ve never had one before. Maybe there’s a reason. Maybe I’m not good enough and—”
“Look at me,” I command, my heart twisting at her words. When she does, I tell her, “You’re my whole world. You’re smart and funny and exactly who I want to spend the rest of my life with. You and I are going to build a beautiful family and spend years growing old together on the front porch. You got that?”
There’s still worry in her eyes, but she nods. I know a lifetime of fear and insecurity won’t fade overnight. I don’t expect it to, but I will reassure her every single time she voices her doubts. I will always be the calm, reassuring presence she needs.
I press my lips to hers and nibble on her bottom lip. When I pull away, she sends me a mischievous grin. “You know, I’ve heard it can take multiple attempts to get pregnant. We should try again…just to be on the safe side.”
Chapter 11
Lizzy
“You make a really good meatloaf,” I tell Noah. We’re sitting on his back porch steps and eating the food he made as the sun is taking its final bow of the night. It’s painting the sky in hues of pink and purple that remind me of cotton candy.
“I had a good recipe,” he quips, stretching out his long legs. We’re sitting so close that our thighs are touching. I’m pretty sure the only reason that Noah insisted on eating outside is so that we’d stop making love long enough to actually eat. It took us three tries just to make it into the kitchen.
“Tell me something about yourself,” he says. His flannel shirt is open, exposing his big chest. The wind keeps flapping it open even more, as if nature also appreciates the fine view.
“What do you want to know?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light. Everything with him is still so new, and I don’t want to mess it up.
“What made you start reading?” In the distance, two horses graze in the sweet pasture grasses. The wind blows softly, tickling my head. I didn’t put my wig back on. I didn’t feel the need to wear it. He says I’m beautiful without it and I’m starting to believe him.
“I just liked the library as a kid.” I think about everything that Noah has told me. He’s opened himself up to me about his own past, and maybe it’s my turn to be brave now. “Like you, I was a foster kid. My mom was a drug addict. Sometimes, I lived with her for a few months then a foster family for a little while. I was always bounced around.”