Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I grunt like an old man on top of a teenager, and all too soon I’m nutting inside her.
“Fuck,” I growl, but I don’t pull out. I keep on going with my now cum-covered cock. “That pretty little pussy always makes me go so fast. Bet you want to get yours, too.” Leaning down I pull her bikini to the side, exposing a hint of her cherry pink nipple. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see that sweet milk dripping when I’m on top of you.”
I feel her pussy tighten and it’s painful how small she is. But it’s worth every squeeze as she moans against my palm and starts to cum.
Leaning down, I suck on her little nipple and she whimpers her orgasm under me. I cum in her again for good measure, wanting to make sure she’s a mommy.
“You taste pregnant,” I say, licking her nipple one last time before covering it up. I pull my cock out and only move a little bit so I can reach down and tie her bikini back and cover up her now creamy cum-filled pussy. “There, much better.” When she looks up at me in confusion, I smile. “I like seeing it full of me,” I say and wink at her.
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her back inside. When I take her up to the bedroom, I decide to fuck her again while she’s still got the bikini on. This time I just move the bottoms to the side and push the triangles covering her tits out of the way. Seeing them bounce with the bikini top on either side of them makes me cum again way too fast. I make it up to her when I take her from behind and slip my pinky in her ass. Her pussy opens up so good for me that I can hold the tip of my cock to her cervix and pump cum straight into it.
Something about breeding her is naughty but hot as fuck at the same time. Taking her bare every single time is a pregnancy risk, and it makes me ten times harder knowing there’s nothing protecting her from me. I’m an animal ready to give her a litter, and she’s my mate in heat.
10
Ella
I run my hands through Brooks’s short hair. He’s got his head on my belly as he sleeps. The morning light is shining in through the large windows in the bedroom, and it’s so peaceful and perfect. If we have a boy I hope he looks just like Brooks.
I wonder what he looked like as a child. The thought reminds me that I really don’t know much about him. His eyes slowly open and he smiles at me. I keep touching his hair and rubbing down his neck and shoulders, not wanting to break the stillness in this moment. It somehow feels as intimate as when we make love.
When that thought enters my mind, I halt it in its tracks. No, this isn't making love. This is sex. Right? Not that I would know a difference. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with. But the way he makes me feel can’t just be all about sex. It’s so much more than that.
“Why the face, beautiful?” he asks me. I try to cool my expression, not realizing that I’d given anything away. “Tell me.” He nibbles on my stomach, making me giggle. He kisses the spot he bit, and his eyes come back to mine. His face is serious. “If something is bothering you, I have to know what it is. I can’t fix it unless you tell me.”
I know he’s right. I should lay my cards on the table. If we are having a baby together we need to be on the same page about everything so it doesn't get messy. Though I’m not sure we haven't already crossed that line. I’m already having deep feelings for Brooks.
“Maybe we should make rules or something,” I say, unsure how to word what I want. Heck, I’m not even sure what I want. Okay, maybe that’s a lie. I want him to tell me this is about more than us having a baby. That he has some kind of growing feelings for me, too. That we’re not crazy to jump into a relationship that could potentially mess things up with our baby we’re so eager to make.
I would hate to think that it’s all one-sided and I’m falling even more for him. What if things go south and we break up? The idea of seeing him with someone else makes me want to throw up. If we have a baby, then we’ll always be connected. I can’t stand the thought of being apart and not having him in my arms, and I need a clear line in the sand. Fast.