Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
I put one hand on the back of her neck and pull her down for a kiss. The taste of her is still on my lips as we connect, and this is already so much more than I dreamed of.
“That’s all right. I can cum like this,” I say with only two inches of my cock inside of her.
Looking into her eyes, I reach between us to rub her clit, and she moans as she rocks her hips. I sink in a little more, and then she cries out as I take away that last little bit of innocence inside her.
“That’s it, it’s all over,” I say, rubbing her clit and kissing her. “My brave girl.”
She’s determined to take as much of me as she can as she works little by little to inch down on my cock. By the time she’s fully relaxed, she hasn’t taken it all, but it’s enough.
“Clause, I’m so full,” she pants as she moves up and down.
“We’ve got all night,” I tell her and try not to cum.
The feeling of being bare inside her wet heat is too much. I could cum with a push of a button right now, but I’m straining to hold off until she does. I want to feel her cum around me when I do it at the same time.
“Oh shit.” She stops and looks at me with wide eyes. “I’m not on the pill.”
“So?” I say as I slide into her a little deeper.
“Clause, you could get me pregnant.” She rocks on my dick and makes no movement to get off of it.
“And?” I ask as I grunt and release a little cum into her.
“It feels so good, but…” She trails off, waiting for me to make the decision, but I smirk up at her and shake my head.
“I’m not pulling out.”
“Maybe we should stop. I think I’m ovulating.” Unbelievably, she gets wetter as she says the words.
“Fuck, that makes me harder,” I groan and then roll her over so she’s pinned to the mattress and I can get deeper.
“Clause, be careful. You’re going to put a baby in me.”
“I know.” I’m pumping faster now, and I feel her clenching every time I hit her cervix like she wants me to stay there.
“Don’t stop,” she moans, tilting her hips up in invitation.
When she cums, I look down at where we’re joined and empty inside of her. I watch as my cock pulses, and waves of semen pour into her ripe womb. With any luck, my baby takes hold tonight and seals her fate to mine. Frostie is the one for me, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she stays.
As the last of our releases end, I keep my cock in her because it feels so fucking good, and I’m not ready for it to be over.
My mouth finds her neck and then her lips before I brush the hair away from her face and look into her eyes.
“Hey,” I say, and she smiles up at me sleepily. “I meant what I said. You’re mine, Frostie. This is it for me.”
“Me too,” she says back, and I feel her clench around me again.
“Forever,” I say softly, and before she can answer, my lips land on hers once more.
Chapter Thirteen
FROSTIE
“Babe, it’s going to be okay.” Clause kisses the tip of my nose, making me smile. He’s so sure I’ve got this in the bag, and his confidence in me makes it kind of a win already.
I don’t know why I’m so worked up about this. It’s just a bake-off so it’s no big deal if I win or lose. It should all be in good fun, but I’ve never been asked to prove myself when it comes to baking. My bakery is bursting at the seams, which should speak for itself.
There’s always a small sore spot when I get asked about where I went to culinary school…because I didn’t. My grams taught me everything I know. I always get a perplexed response when I admit to not having what others might consider professional training, but I think I got the best training in the world.
“What’s cookin', good lookin’?” Tinsel pops up out of nowhere. She’s dressed in all black with a baseball cap on, but she stands out like a sore thumb in a sea of people with festive sweaters and knitted hats.
“What are you wearing?”
“I’m undercover,” she whispers loudly.
“Undercover?”
“Yeah, undercover.” She cocks her head toward Clause. “You staying in line?”
“I don’t talk to the police,” Clause mutters back to her.
“Good answer. I approve.” I snort a laugh at Tinsel’s response. “I need a moment alone with my best friend.” She makes a shooing motion at Clause with her hand, but he doesn’t budge.
“Come on, big guy. Let's get the ladies some hot cider.” Jack nudges Clause to come with him.