Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
She finally starts gasping, like she can’t find the air to moan. Her whole body stiffens against me, her thighs closing just like they did around my face. I imagine her squeezing around my dick, her hole fluttering, coaxing my seed out of me.
“Oh, God,” she whispers, leaning back, staring down at me with her red face showing the flush of her release. “Am I the world’s biggest tease?”
“You’d only be a tease if you don’t do what I tell you now.”
She grabs my arms, letting out a trembling breath. “Is it bad that I love it when you talk like that?”
“Like what?” I growl.
“I don’t know. Sort of animalistic.”
She moans in surprise when I lift her up, stand, then reach down and tear her shirt off. She lifts her arms just before I pull it over her head.
“You want an animal,” I say huskily. “You’ve got one. Show me those big, beautiful tits.”
She busies her hands with her bra, moving quickly, following my commands. I lean down and take her naked tits in my hands, pushing them together. Her nipples are so damn responsive. I suck them and feel them respond to the pleasure, getting firmer in my mouth. At the same time, I massage them, feeling her size, her thickness, her perfection. She runs her hands through my hair.
“I’m going to fuck your tits,” I snarl as I stand up. “Do you know what I mean?”
“Hmm, I think so.”
I smirk. “Show me.”
She leans forward, pushing her breasts together. Her hands tighten on her tits, highlighting their size, making me almost beastlike when I spot a fertile vein moving through one of them. There’s so much of her to obsess over. Fuck. I’m panting.
“Like this?” she asks.
“Y-yeah.”
She tilts her head, sassy, assured. “You know how crazy it makes me, seeing you like that?”
“I’ll only ever look at you like this. You’re the only one who can have this effect on me. Say it, Lucy. Tell me what you want.”
Her eyes get hazy, but then she gets it, my enthusiastic virgin. “Fuck my tits, Jamie.”
I tear my pants down, my cock springing up, then guide the tip to her mouth. “Get it wet first.”
She moans and leans forward, stroking my shaft and licking my tip. Then I guide my dick down to her thick breasts, groaning as I drive back and forth. I’m so goddamn keyed-up, so ready to start a life with her. I lose control in minutes, almost roaring as the seed bursts up my shaft. It erupts onto her chest, my balls emptying, my tip aching.
“Rub it over your tits,” I growl, leaning back and taking my cock in my hand.
I stroke myself, staring as she makes those big breasts gleam for me. Perfect drops of come cling to her nipples. She springs to her feet, her tits bouncing, shiny.
“Let’s do it. Let’s send the article. Let’s make this official.”
After clicking send, I spend the rest of the day typing my novels on Lucy’s laptop. She works nearby, going over my first novel. She’s printed it, and she’s making notes.
“Finding lots of mistakes?” I tease.
She looks up and smiles, still flushed and vibrant from the earlier steaminess. “Places to make the story even better, you mean. To draw out your voice.”
“Anything worth salvaging?”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s almost like you don’t like me being in charge for a change.”
I grin. This feels so perfectly domestic, like we’ve already begun our lives.
“You’re in charge, Lucy,” I tell her. “Earlier, you were in charge then. You’re the only woman who can do that to me.”
She bites her hip, glances at the laptop, and glances away.
“No woman has ever…”
“Say it. Whatever it is. Excited you like that?” she finishes.
She’s sitting on the recliner, paper in her lap, occasionally chewing the end of her pen with this faraway, captivating look on her face. Her thick legs are outlined in the black yoga pants as if she’s trying to drive me feral.
“Never,” I say.
“Have there been many? Women?”
“No,” I reply. “I was never a playboy. Obviously, I’ve been with women, but it was never like this.”
She chews the end of her pen, looking more anxious than artistic this time. “What was it like?”
“Are you sure you want to talk about this?”
She stops chewing the pen. “Why? Do you have something to hide?”
I shake my head and lean forward. “It was cold and distant, honestly. I had this hole in me. Nothing, nobody could touch it. Nobody could ever touch it before I saw you. When I tried to get into relationships back then, they failed within months. So I stopped trying for a couple of years. Then I went to prison.”
“At least there’s not a bunch of women to compare me to, I guess.”
“Nobody compares to you.” I put the laptop aside, stride across the room, and pull her to her feet. “You’re so much better than anybody else, but it’s not even that. You’re just… you. Incomparable. You’re my virgin. My Lucy Hutchinson. The future mother to my children. You’re everything I ever wanted without knowing I wanted it because I couldn’t have known before seeing you.”