Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Dollface, I’m going to give you a baby,” I rasp. “Maybe not this time, maybe not next time, but it’s going to be soon.”
Her arms tighten around my shoulders. “You mean that?”
“Dead serious. No protection between us, ever.”
Her lips spread into a wide smile. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, but now that you’ve said it, you can’t take it back.”
“Every promise made is a serious one. Now you better hold on because I’m going to fuck you into the next county.”
I pull out and then power forward, filling her with my thick, hard shaft. Sensation spirals through me, blurring my eyesight and making me dizzy. She feels so fucking amazing. Wet, hot, tight.
Every nerve is tingling. I’ve never felt so alive. I thrust into her again and again. She abandons my mouth and clamps her teeth around my shoulder. The pain spirals through me, making the pleasure that much more exquisite.
I rear back and bring her with me, letting her ride me.
“Oh! Oh!” she exclaims in surprise. The pressure of my cock inside of her is different. She wriggles her ass, trying to find the perfect position. Halfway up my cock, she shudders and gasps.
“Right there, huh?” I grab her hips and power into her, making sure to scrape her tender, secret spaces with my cockhead.
She throws her head back when she comes. A long, wordless cry escapes as she shudders in my grasp. “That’s right, Dollface, come on my cock.”
I clasp her sweat-drenched body to me and hammer up into her core. Cum jets out of me in thick ropes, filling her up.
When she comes down after her high, there are tears in her eyes. “I got you,” I whisper and lower her to the bed, thinking we’ll drift off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
She has other ideas.
“God, that was good. Let’s do it again.” She rolls over and climbs on top.
I grab her hips and lift her enough to take a look at my dick lying docilely against my thigh. “The spirit is willing, but—”
She wriggles out of my grip and scoots down. “Maybe I can revive him.” She licks her lips, but I stop her, seeing the smear of blood across my cock. Fuck, how could I have forgotten about that? This woman makes me out of my mind with need.
“I need to take care of you first.” I lift her, sitting her on the bed before getting up and heading into the bathroom. I use a towel to wipe myself off. Seeing her blood with both our orgasms together has me hardening painfully once again.
I grab another hand towel and run it under warm water before taking it back into the bedroom.
“Lay back for me, Dollface.” She doesn’t hesitate to do as I ask her. I spread her thighs and use the towel on her. Her cheeks go pink when she sees the small trace of blood. “Did I hurt you?” She shakes her head no.
“Hurt is the last thing you’ve ever done to me, Jackson.”
I toss the hand towel away, climbing back onto the bed. “Maybe I should get a better look to be sure.” I say before my mouth descends on her pussy.
This woman is mine. Anyone who dares to think otherwise will regret that for the rest of their life.
CHAPTER 16
BELL
“Bell, these are amazing.” Marly holds up a Christmas ornament that I hand-painted myself.
I’ve done over two dozen at this point but still haven't unpacked any more boxes. Jackson has done a few for me here and there, but they’re things we need. I bet he wishes we were back at his place, but if he does, he doesn’t show it.
“I bet you could make a killing off these if you sold them on Etsy or something.” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
Nina has been all over me about what I might be working on. I get a call every day from her asking me if I’ve started anything. Right now, I’m enjoying my time with Jackson and painting my ornaments that I’m sure she’d think are silly so I don’t mention them to her.
“I could set up a page for you. I’m pretty good with web stuff. I build whole websites, and I might be able to do some things online that aren’t so legal.” She wiggles her brows. I know she does some work with her brother, and when she does, it’s on the computer. Glancing at Marly, I never would have guessed she was a hacker, but I think that’s what she’s implying.
“No, these are personal.” I’m actually making them as gifts. I thought it might be a fun tradition if I made them every year for people who are close to me, and I’m kind of hoping that Marly and Jackson will be two of those people.