Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
“That’s it, baby,” I respond, my voice hoarse because it feels so fucking good my balls tighten with the need to come.
“You like this?” she whispers, sounding pleased with herself.
“Fuck, baby, I love it,” I tell her, and when I take my hand away she strokes me again, this time all on her own and that makes it even sweeter. My cock weeps for her, leaving a trail of pre-cum gliding down my shaft. When I come I’m going to fill her up so much I’ll be dripping out of that sweet pussy for days.
“I like it too,” she answers softly, like she’s confessing a forbidden secret. Then Cassie surprises me by stretching out to bring her face closer, bending down and moving her tongue over the slickened head of my cock. I can’t stop the growl that leaves me and she jerks, looking up at me. “Didn’t I do it right?”
“Fuck, baby. You did it perfect, Cassie. It just felt too good. If you do much of that, it’ll all be over way before we’re ready.”
I watch as she blushes a deep red and lean down to kiss her forehead. She’s just so damn… sweet.
“I wouldn’t mind, Michael.”
“I would, baby.”
“But—”
“When I come, Cassie, it’s going to be when I’m buried deep inside of you, filling you up, making you take all of my seed.”
“I don’t think that… I mean… Michael, I’m not…”
“Cassie, if you’re changing your mind, you need to—”
“I’m not on birth control, Michael,” she says, rushing through the words so quickly I almost don’t catch them.
Everything in me tightens.
I think over her confession, but I can’t think logically. Her words put pictures in my head. Pictures of making Cassie mine, of claiming her, tying her to me. I picture her sweet little body growing round with my baby, of her nursing our child at her breast. There’s so many pictures and every one of them should shake me to my core. It should be enough to make my dick limp and give me a million reasons to leave right now.
They do just the opposite.
I pull away from her, disengaging our hands and making it impossible for her to touch me.
“Michael, I’m sorry,” she mumbles, turning her face away from me and hiding her eyes.
I go to the foot of the bed and then slide on, bringing my body over hers.
“No need to be sorry, baby.”
“What… What are you doing?”
“Claiming you,” I tell her, my voice rough sounding—even to my own ears.
“But—I’m not… Didn’t you hear me?” she asks, and her voice sounds so desperate I find myself smiling.
“I did, but it doesn’t matter, Cassie. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll always take care of you, baby,” I assure her.
I’m claiming Cassie. I’m taking her virginity. I’m going to paint the inside of her womb, filling her so full of my cum that my seed will take root and my baby will be growing inside of her.
Cassie is mine. She’ll be the mother of my children, and more importantly, she will be mine forever.
Mine to keep, to protect, to make happy… to love.
Chapter Ten
Michael
“Spread your legs for me, Cassie. Make room for my body, sweetheart,” I tell her, my voice hushed, full of hunger.
She goes still for a minute, her body visibly tensing, but then does as I ask.
I move between her legs, sliding up her body. Our body heat collides and I swear to fuck, I don’t think anything has ever felt so good. Her body so soft and giving underneath me is heaven. Once I settle against her, Cassie bends her legs and cradles me.
“You feel so… hot,” she gasps as I rub against her. I depend on my arm strength to hold me up, holding most of my weight away from her. I need to make sure she’s ready for me.
“You don’t like it?” I ask, already knowing she does.
“I love it,” she groans softly, her hands moving up my body, teasing as she melts underneath me.
I take hold of my shaft and move it back and forth on her pussy, pressing it hard against her clit. The sounds of me moving through her wetness echoes in the room. She gasps, her body quaking as the sensations move through her. Her fingernails dig into my back.
“My little Cassie is a wildcat,” I rumble, fucking happy at the discovery.
“I want more,” she cries. “Please, Michael, give me more,” she demands, biting on her lip so hard I’m afraid she’ll injure herself. I reach down and soothe the swollen area, kissing it.
“This might hurt, Cassie,” I warn her. I’d rather cut off my arm than hurt her, but I vow I’ll make up for it. She’ll know so much pleasure afterwards she will crave it from this moment on.
“You’d never hurt me, Michael.” Those words slide deep inside of me. She doesn’t know me that well, but there’s trust in those beautiful eyes of hers. She trusts me and I’ll never give her a reason not to have complete faith in me.