Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Our lips still entwined, we are overcome with mad desire. We can’t even get fully undressed before indulging in one another. I line myself up and push into her, savoring that overwhelming feeling that I’ve come to enjoy so damn much these past few weeks. Her pussy so powerfully squeezes my cock, so hungry for it.
And damn, I want to feed it.
I hit her rough and fast. We enjoy the tender, sweet kind of lovemaking, but that’s a sometimes thing. I’ve always had a taste for something a bit more extreme, and she’s explored her sexuality right along with me. She wants me to fuck her, not make love to her.
So I do that. I thrust myself hard and deep in her. Over and over again. I push her up the wall, letting her scream in my ear about how much more she wants, and how she wants me to take her even harder. She wants me to impale her on my cock, to use and abuse her. Her cunt squeezing me so fucking hard is just more proof I’m doing everything right.
Her fingers going through my hair, she squeezes my body for dear life. I don’t think I could get away from her during her throes of passion if I ever wanted to. Harder, faster, I rock into her, letting her sing my praises, enjoying every little bit of her.
Even this isn’t enough for me. She needs more, and I need to give it to her. I put a hand between us, finding her clit as I fuck her. I rub her with intense rhythm as I ram into her again and again, going as deep as I can with each and every thrust.
It doesn’t take long after that for her to hit her limit. I feel her sex throb around mine and her screams of ecstasy drive the point home. It’s all I need to erupt inside her. The orgasm trembles through me as I pour everything into her, holding her close, panting, my legs feeling a little weak after all that.
I hold her against the door. I kiss her. Neither of us are in any rush to go anywhere.
I think I always wanted her to be the mother of my children. The desire fueled my previous ‘mistakes’. And with her saying nothing about my coming inside her?
She wanted it too.
It’s just out in the open now. We’re madly in love with one another. We want a family. We want everything.
And we’re finally going to get it.
“Love you so much,” I whisper.
“Me too,” she replies, her voice wavering and weak.
EPILOGE ONE
CLARA
ONE YEAR LATER
I feel like a bloated mess of a woman. Everything’s puffy. Everything’s sore. I’m fat, and no one could ever find me attractive as I am now.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, kissing me on the cheek. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
His words are absolutely genuine. I can’t help but smile. I sit on the edge of the bed feeling sorry for myself, but this sweetheart is always here to remind me that my mental narrative isn’t necessarily the truth.
He finds me sexy. He always has. Throughout the past nine months, Sebastian’s desire for me hasn’t remotely waned. If anything? He’s been even more voracious. Which works out, because despite those feelings of self-loathing, my hormones are out of control and I feel horny a lot more than I ever did without a baby on board.
Sebastian runs his hand over my shoulder to my tender breast. I gasp, feeling a little milk leak out. He just chuckles.
“I need you now, babe,” he says. “Why don’t you lie down and let me take care of you?”
I swallow, looking at him and feeling the weirdest conflict.
On the one hand, my entire body aches and I feel so unattractive, no matter what he says to the contrary.
On the other hand? I look at him and I want to please him. I want him badly. I’m horny as hell and need some sort of outlet for that energy.
Pregnancy is weird.
I shoot him a glare. “Not feeling the best, so we’re doing this my way, Sebastian.”
He lets out a sigh. “You know I like to be in control, but you’re carrying our child so what you say goes right now.”
So caring. So considerate. “I need to suck your cock.”
He laughs and cocks an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not one to deny your pregnancy cravings.”
Sebastian lies back on our bed and shuffles down his shorts. His cock springs out, already rock-hard for me. He wasn’t lying when he told me he needed me.
“Bring that over here, babe,” I say, licking my lips at his length.
He shuffles a bit, until he’s on his knees beside me, his cock throbbing in my face. I jerk him closer, kissing him on the cock, running my tongue up and down his length.