Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
When I brushed her legs apart with my shoulders to get at her heat, she didn’t hesitate to grip my hair in her fists when I dipped my tongue inside her and lapped up her juices that were already flowing into my mouth. She didn’t try to hide her pleasure from me or the fact that she was enjoying having her pussy eaten out by me. Without words being spoken, we showed each other what we wanted from one another so that by the time I made my way up her body, she knew to open her mouth wide to accept the head of my cock past her lips.
She didn’t complain when I fisted her hair too tight or when I fucked into her neck too deep. Because that’s the way I’ve always face fucked her. Telling her to release me so I could spend my seed deep inside her was new, though, since more often than not, I enjoyed cumming on her tongue.
When I made my way back down her body between her thighs, I made sure to hold her eyes with mine. I know how shy she is and reveled in seeing the blush on her cheeks as I took my cock in hand and slipped it inside her. Once I was seated balls deep in her, I held her head between my hands and looked down at her. “No, keep them open,” I ordered when she began to close her eyes.
Fucking her with my barriers down was a whole new experience. It wasn’t like before before she left. This was new; I was fucking the mother of my child, the woman who I’d believed had betrayed me but now knew different. At that moment, I realized that we could never go back, things would never be the same again, but I found peace in knowing that we’d be even better this time around; I’ll make sure of it.
My thoughts were getting away from me, my mind traveling to places best left unchartered for now. So I closed the distance between our mouths and kissed her while pounding my cock into her nice and slow. It’s going to take a while for me to tame this wild need inside of me for her. So I calmed her with my kisses even as my cock went in and out of her like a battering ram.
Her pussy was wet and tight, so I knew she was right there with me, and when I left her lips to take one of her nipples into my mouth, her milk burst forth on my tongue, and she screamed. I felt the last vestige of whatever hang-ups I may have been holding onto leave me when she dug her nails into my ass and lifted her pussy harder onto my cock, fucking herself wildly, lost in the throes of mindless passion.
When I came this time, it was with the sole intent of planting my son or daughter inside her. And when I fucked her again less than ten minutes later after not pulling out of her between rounds, I whispered my intent in her ear.
Giselle
I’m so confused. I want so badly to ask him what happened between him and Dana after I left the study. I was sure that she’d convince him that I was at fault, that she’d get him to see me in the same light as her, but his actions since she left are leaving me with more questions than answers. He hasn’t even brought up what happened today. Hasn’t asked me about my conversation with her and has been acting as if the last few days hadn’t happened.
Confused might be too tame a word for what I’m feeling, but I have bigger worries on my mind as if that’s not enough. I know I gave too much away with my reaction to his whispered words, but I wasn’t prepared, and even now, as I lay in the comfort of his arms, I can’t make sense of it. What did he mean ‘give me another child?’ Those words had melted me inside, but now with the heat of passion slowly drifting away, common sense is rearing its head in the aftermath.
Was I wrong for letting things come this far? Should I have said or done something differently? I know that there’s no way that I can stay. Not unless I want to bring that ugliness to his life as well. I’d made up my mind long ago to endure the hell that is the monster on my own. But now I’m faced with another decision that I never expected to have to make.
The thought of leaving my child behind when I leave this time around, which I have no doubt I’ll have to, makes me sick to my gut. But I know deep down inside that it might be what’s best for him. Calen will no doubt take very good care of our son. After these last few days, my eyes have been opened to the fact that that’s what’s best all around, as hard as it is to swallow.