Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“The truth is… and really, the truth is the most important thing to us, right?”
He laughs humorlessly, leaning down, our faces close. “You’re delaying. Whatever it is, tell me. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”
“If I told you it is too much, if I told you I had to leave, you’d be okay with that?”
“No. I’d never be the same. I’d always wonder what could’ve been. It might eat me up, but I can’t force you to feel the same.”
“Then it’s a good thing I feel the same.”
He shakes his head slowly, not like he’s telling me no, more like he’s attempting to process what I’ve just said.
“You heard me, right?” he growls. “The second I saw you, I knew you were my future wife. I knew I’d waited for a reason.”
“It must’ve been hard, women throwing themselves at you all the time and turning them down.”
“Not even slightly. I knew they weren’t for me. I stopped believing I’d ever find my woman… and then I did.”
I shiver as his hands tighten on my back. He can’t help himself, and I don’t want him to.
“That’s the point,” he goes on. “You need to understand what I’m saying. It’s big.”
“I know, and I feel the same. I’ve had the same thoughts… about getting married, about having a family together. I tried to tell myself it was crazy. Maybe it is crazy, but hey, you’re clearly as batshit as me.”
He leans closer, our lips almost touching, a smirk lifting his lips.
“You want to get married one day. You want to have my children. You want a life together?”
“I need it,” I whisper. “Not want. Need, Jacob.”
He kisses me again, this time with extra pressure. I add even more into the mix, standing on my tiptoes and leaning against him, his manhood a solid length against my belly.
This is different. It’s leading somewhere. As his hands slide from my back to my ass, I try not to think of Mom. Jacob told me he wasn’t the one who hugged her at work today, but she was pissed when she saw the photos.
Jacob pulls me toward him—no space at all between our bodies, no space for overthinking or doubt.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Jacob
I let out a shuddering breath as I pull her pants down, staring at her on the bed. Her hair has come loose, splayed around her, giving her a sexier, wilder look than usual, a look that fires extra lust into my manhood. Her hands claw at the sheets.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” I say, my voice faltering as I reveal her voluptuous thighs and her violet-colored panties. I almost lose it when I see the spot of wetness on the material, the evidence of how badly she needs this.
“Our bodies belong to each other. Your tight, soaked, young hole is going to take every inch because you have to.”
“I want it.” She moans as I pull her pants over her feet, then toss them to the floor. “But yeah, I’m a little nervous.”
“Let me help with that.” I fall to my knees at the end of the bed, stroking my hands up her legs to her panties, kissing her calves and her inner thighs as I slowly pull her underwear down. “But that’s a lie.”
“What is?”
“Me, helping you. The truth is, Maddie, I just want to taste your pussy.”
Her answer is a moan, and that’s all I need. My balls have never felt so tight, so much seed inside of me, ready to erupt. There’s an extra edge to the sensation as if my body knows this is more than a simple release.
Once her panties are off, I push her legs apart, staring with obsession at her wet pussy, her hole glistening, her clit looking engorged and eager for pleasure. I’m panting like a wild animal as I kiss up her thigh. I’ve got to be slow as I can, remembering she’s a virgin, but it’s an effort not to let it all go. It’s an effort not to tear off my pants and push inside of her—no foreplay, a primal piece of me roaring that I need to get straight to it. Impregnate her. Own her.
Her pleasure matters, and I wasn’t lying before. Tasting her is too tempting. Her scent beckons to me as I kiss further up her thigh, then pause near her pussy, letting her pheromones wash around me and infuse me.
“J-Jacob,” she whimpers.
I look up to find her propped on her elbows. The hitch in her voice fires dread into me. There’s a chance she’s going to ask me to stop. The stuff with her mom, while false, is stopping her from getting into the mood, but then I see the eagerness in her young, beautiful face.
“Are you getting impatient?”
She bites down, nodding.
“But you’re too shy to tell me, eh?”