Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Okay, baby. You want to come on me.” I turn her so her legs are stretched on the outside of mine, her back to my chest, and I slip my hand under that sexy slit that’s been killing me all night. Her silk panties are soaked, sopping wet. My finger nudges the fabric, and then I dip two into her drenched heat. She moans, arching back with her head on my shoulder, giving me access to her throat. “I really need to mark you as mine, Amelia. How do you think I should do that? Hmm, Princess?”
“Soon everyone will see I’m carrying your baby.”
“True, but it’s not soon enough for me. Maybe I should leave this here,” I whisper against her pulse before sucking on her throat until she has the lightest mark. She grinds on me, rocking her hips, and I know she’s so fucking close to coming for me. “That’s not enough, and I don’t like marring your beautiful skin.”
“Fuck, Roman. I’m coming.” She shakes, riding my hand while I twist her hard nipples, pinching them between my fingers.
“Good girl—come on my fingers. Next one is on my tongue, and then on my thick fucking cock. I’m going to have you screaming my name all night, Amelia. Do you know why?”
“Because I’m yours.”
“That’s right, and I have to take care of what’s mine…Forever.” I slip my fingers from her slit and stick them in my mouth because I’m a greedy motherfucker and I need a taste of her now.
“I need to take care of you too.”
“Oh, Amelia, you have given me the world already, but I will have your pretty lips wrapped around my cock sometime tonight.”
The intercom buzzes. “Yes, Johnson?”
“Sir, there’s a little bit of congestion. It’s going to take another ten minutes to get home.”
“That’s fine, Johnson.”
“I don’t need a full ten,” she whispers, unzipping my pants and dropping her head. Fuck, I don’t need one minute. The second her lips wrap around the head, I’m about to explode. My woman has no idea what she’s doing to me. I grip the seat because I know I’ll lose control and hurt her head if I give in and take over, fucking her throat.
“That’s it, Princess. I’m so fucking close. Take it down. Get ready because you know I’d hate to ruin your pretty dress.” I pump my hips while she strokes me from base to her mouth, and then she hums around me and I lose it. “I love you, Amelia. Now swallow every fucking last drop,” I roar, spraying her tonsils with my first round of the night. She pulls off of my cock and then swipes her tongue along her lips, making sure she didn’t miss a spot before tucking me back in my pants.
“Damn, Amelia, you’re my everything.”
We pull up to the building just as Johnson said, and I help Amelia out of the back. Sweeping her up into my arms, I cradle her body against mine as I take us up. When we enter the house, I look at her and find her staring up at me.
“Roman, I can’t believe you picked me. I feel like I won a fangirl’s dream. The man in the flesh is even better than I had fantasized about.”
“We need to talk more about these fantasies because I have a feeling they’re going to be fun.”
“Nothing compares to the real you.”
“God, I want to marry you right now.”
“You want to marry me?”
“Of course I do. I love you, Amelia. You’re having my baby. Fuck, I never want you to leave me. I’m sure you’re not ready for all that, but well…” I drop down on one knee and pull out the ring I’ve been storing in my pocket all evening. “I love you and need you more than I need to breathe. Will you marry me?”
“Of course. Yes, of course.” Her jaw drops open when she feels the weight of the stone on her hand. “Oh my goodness, you shouldn’t have. It’s too expensive.”
“I’m super rich, Amelia. I would have gotten a bigger stone, but I don’t want it to hurt your hand.”
“It’s so beautiful and sweet. I can’t believe it. Roman get up here and kiss me.” She grabs my lapels and pulls me. Although she’s not strong enough to lift me, I pop up on my feet, willing to always meet that demand.
We make out wildly, and then I pause and pull back. “What’s wrong?”
“I have some promises to keep.” I slide the zipper down on her dress, then let it fall to the floor before I drop to my knees and make her scream my name. We don’t make it to the bed when I finally sink my cock deep inside her, but the plush area rug on the floor does the trick nicely.
Epilogue
Six years later…