Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Ryder, I’m good with anything as long as you’re with me.” He kisses my forehead, climbs up in the driver’s seat, starts the RV, and we’re moving. I place my arm over my forehead and listen to the tires traveling down the road, lulling me to sleep.
I must have been asleep longer than I thought because when I come to, Ryder’s carrying me in his arms, a not-so-easy task in our confined space.
“Hi.” My throat is dry, causing my voice to crack.
“Hey, sugar, have a good nap?”
“The best, though waking up in your arms is probably why. Let me down, please?”. Ryder nods his head, though he holds on to my hip the entire time, not letting me go in case I’m not steady on my feet. Once I’m good, he lets me go.
“You feel better? You’ve got your color back in your cheeks,” he states with a smirk.
“I’m more than good.” My fingers find the string that holds my halter dress at the back of my neck. He reads my intent before I do anything. That tongue of his darts out, licking his lips, and I know our afternoon, and evening, is about to get much better. I pull the string, and my dress falls down in a pile at my feet. I’m standing before Ryder wearing nothing but a pair of dark navy lace panties. I still maintain my waxing appointments, and we both reap the benefits of it. Even when Ryder has those occasional late nights at the restaurant, he’ll wake me up with his tongue buried inside me, or sometimes, when I’m up before him, I return the favor until he’s clenching my hair in his fist and coming down my throat. Today, though, I just want to feel him inside, slow burn and all.
“Goddamn, Berkley. Look at you, barely pregnant, but I can see the way your nipples are darker, your breasts larger, more sensitive than ever before. How fucking wet you are for me, greedier than ever. I bet I could slide right inside you, couldn’t I?” He’s ripping his shirt off, unbuttoning his pants, knowing he’s ready to get inside me. I do what he loves so much, making a huge display of climbing onto the bed, showing him just how wet I am. When I make it to the center of the bed, I press my upper body down. My hand goes between my thighs, working myself to a heated frenzy already. Ryder isn’t wrong. There’s no foreplay necessary, but I know by the way he growls that he’ll still put his mouth on me.
“Ryder,” I moan when I feel his hands spread my ass cheeks apart, feeling the slight stubble of his jaw as he does exactly what I thought he would.
“Keep rubbing your clit, sugar,” Ryder demands. His tongue slides inside of me, mimicking what his cock would do.
“Please, don’t tease me. I want you inside me,” I groan.
“Who’s teasing whom?” He lifts up. I steady myself on my elbows, watching as he works his thick length in his hand. This time, it’s me licking my lips, wanting to taste him.
“Oh no, you don’t. You can’t have it all, Berkley. Choose one and do it now, or I’ll paint this ass of yours with my cum.”
“Inside me, now.” I arch my back, move my body to back into him. My body is practically pleading with him to slide inside me.
“Yeah, you do.” He lines his cock up to my center and thrusts inside in one fluid stroke. My pussy is already tightening on his dick, quivering with need.
“Already?” he asks, but he knows the answer. He continues to thrust through my orgasm, my mouth meeting the pillow as I orgasm. He doesn’t stop though. Ryder keeps going, building up another mind-blowing sensation inside me when his hand sneaks around my waist, his finger strumming my clit, and I’m already there again.
“I’m telling you, it’s this pregnancy.” I thrust my body back towards Ryder. He pulls me up, his hands filling with my breasts that are so sensitive I swear a breeze could blow by them and I’d get off.
“Then maybe I’ll keep you barefoot and pregnant. Love coming home to you every day, every night. I can’t wait to come home to the both of you.” His length hits something inside me as I feel the first jet of come paint my insides, causing me to fall over the edge again. Ryder’s body is still plastered to mine, his hands not moving from my breasts and fingers still toying with my nipples.