Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
The wetness deep inside of me grows more urgent, a sopping pressure begging to be released as I bounce up and down with his movements.
My self-consciousness tries to tell me, no, but I ignore it and reach up, cradling his face in my hands.
“Fuck. Me. Hard.”
I hope I don’t sound silly, like a woman doing an impression of what people say when they’re having sex.
I hope he doesn’t think I’m making a fool of myself.
But if his growling breath is anything to go by, he loves that I’ve felt confident enough to say this.
He makes a carnal snarling noise and arches his back, ramming his cock into me, pushing right up into me for a blessed moment before he slides out with intoxicating friction and rams into me again.
I gasp and buck on his cock, writhing with the movements, opening my mouth to let out a strangled scream as I try my best to keep up with the flow of his thunderous thrusts.
The sounds of our skin slapping filling the air, evidence of our bodies need to give each other what we’re destined to share.
A family, a future, a home.
I gasp as those thoughts prompt another flurry of sensation to move through me, captivating my center, growing wider and wider each moment until every single part of me is touched with the irrepressible heat.
“Oh, fuck…”
“That’s it,” he snarls, as his cock pounds me into the bed, owning me in only the way he can. “Come on this dick, Dreamer. Fucking cream on your man’s dick.”
“I—I…”
But there’s nothing I can say as his words prompt fresh euphoria to flow through me, making me seize up, every part of me becoming tight as my womb suddenly releases all the pent-up pressure and I start shivering as the orgasm powers through me.
My screams turn stifled and breathy as I erupt onto his cock, my pussy tightening around his massive cock, pulsing so he has to push even harder to drive up inside of me. I gasp and bounce against him, over and over and over, driving my hips to chase the most perfect parts of the pleasure.
“Good fucking Dreamer,” he growls, leaning down so his lips are close to my ear.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his rock hard muscles, hugging him close to me as I feel the words I love you trying to burst from my lips.
Luckily the all-consuming orgasm makes speaking impossible and I don’t have the chance to throw those words out there, possibly ruining the moment.
He rears back and stares at me, his jaw tight, his whole body tense as his pace picks up even more.
He’s smashing me into the bed now, my pussy screaming with fire at the feeling of his huge cock slamming into me over and over and over.
“I’m going to—”
“Do it,” I urge, somehow finding my voice even as a fresh wave of my orgasm shimmers through me. “Oh, fuck. Do it. Do it. Come in me.”
“Say it again,” he gasps.
“Come in me, Dom—”
He lets out a roar, collapsing atop me, his hips moving like he’s possessed by a demon of pure need, his seed spilling inside of me.
I grip onto him and drive my hips down, hoping I’m adding to his carnal release.
“Fuck,” he breathes huskily, as our bodies come to a natural pause.
We cradle each other close, his cock still buried inside of me, our bodies fused together in the aftershocks of lust.
For a little while, we simply hold each other, lying like we’re not two people, but one.
And that’s how it feels, not just physically.
We’re fused now.
Forever.
Chapter Seventeen
Dominik
“I hope Lucky’s going to be okay,” my woman says from beside me, her hand tight around mine.
I can feel her pulse moving through her body, into my hand. I squeeze onto her tighter, feeling all the life flow through her, all the love even if there’s something stopping me from roaring those words.
I don’t know what it is, perhaps fear, an emotion I rarely feel.
A fear she’s going to think I’m taking this too fast even if everything in me roars that we’re not.
We sit in the back of the bulletproof limousine, driving through the city as the night lights glitter around us, on our way on our first proper date.
I glance at her, in the sequined dress I chose for her, dappling her body like light and outlining her perfectly.
I drink in the sight of her tasteful cleavage, tempting me to pull her dress down and reveal those full breasts. Her hair flows with tamed messiness down to her shoulders, a gorgeous combination, and her makeup-free face looks fresh and innocent and mine.
“He’s going to be fine,” I tell her. “We’re only leaving him for a couple of hours. He’s been fed and he’s had his injection. You saw him when we left. He was curled into a ball, waiting for us to leave so he could take a nap.”