My May – The President’s Daughters Read Online M.K. Moore, ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
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“I think the endorphins from the pain are wearing off.” I try to laugh it off, but he moves closer to my face. He stands in the tub, and I follow. I hand him a towel and squeeze my thighs together, watching him wrap that towel around his waist. God, he is delicious.

“This is me talking, May. I have loved you from the moment I saw you. You’re my May. Mine. I have followed you around like a puppy, nipping at your heels praying you would notice and love me back. I would do it for another hundred years if I thought it would work.” And now I’m ugly crying.

“Logan. God Logan I have been in love with you since I knew what it was. I was the one following you around, begging for your attention.”

“Fuck, May. you had to know. You had to have figured out how obsessed I was with you. Couldn’t you feel me pleading with you to love me the way I love you.”

“I-I don’t know. All I knew for sure was that you were my every hope, Logan. I love you so much.” He pulls me into him, ignoring the fact that he is wet and colder than an igloo. He holds me tight, his arms around my waist and my head over his beating heart.

“You are my forever, baby. Our family is going to be everything to me. I used to picture you holding our babies. You are going to be such a great mom, baby.” My body begins to tense. His words bring the guilt back tenfold.

Suddenly, my stomach begins to rumble, and before I can think about it, I pull myself from his arms, spin around towards the toilet, and release the secrets into the bowl. This is definitely a way to tell him.

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

LOGAN

I follow her over to the toilet, panicking as she drops to her knees in front of it. Has she been this sick her entire pregnancy? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I rub her back while she throws up before I put some toothpaste on her toothbrush for her. She looks remorseful when she stands up. She moves over to the sink and brushes her teeth. She uses the towel on the counter to wipe her mouth off. She leaves the bathroom, and I follow her like the fucking puppy I am.

“Logan…”

“How long did you think you could keep this from me, baby?” I ask, my voice deadly quiet. “You are carrying my child. You’ve been going through this all alone.”

“You know what? I thought I was doing what was right. I was going to tell you eventually. I didn’t want to upset you. You’re mom… I just didn’t want to make you relieve that nightmare.”

My heart breaks for her and for my mom at that moment. I move toward her, pulling her body flush with mine. “I understand why you’d think that my love, but upset me? Upset me? Jesus, May. A grown man doesn’t fuck the love of his life without a condom without the express thought of breeding her.” My hand covers her belly. There is a slight roundness there. Now that I know, I rip her t-shirt off of her, seeing her bare body, my hand going back to her belly. “We made this, May. Our love made this.”

“I love you, Logan.”

“I know you do, baby. I love you too.”

My lips find hers. She opens her mouth to me, and my tongue touches hers. “You know what else I know?”

“What?”

“While you’ll be a great mom, you’ll be an amazing wife too.” Reluctantly, I move away from her and over to my dresser drawer. I pull out the engagement ring I bought her. Turning back to her, I drop to my knees in front of her. “Marry me, May.”

“Yes,” she whispers, tears filling her eyes. I slide the ring onto her finger and stand. I kiss her. She wraps her arms around me, and our chaste, celebratory kiss quickly turns feral.

I walk her backward toward the bed we’ve been sharing. As soon as she’s on her back, I spread her legs wide and drag my tongue over her swollen wet pussy. She moans loudly, her hands gripping my hair instantly.

After making her come with my fingers and tongue, I stand, drop the towel around my waist, and jerk my cock, staring down at her.

“Are you going to make me beg?”

“Yes,” I groan, deciding that I need to hear her sexy little voice begging for my cock.

“Logan, please fuck me,” she says, rubbing her hands on her tits.

“Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth. I climb between her legs and thrust into her. She’s so hot and wet. She wraps her legs around my waist and meets me, thrust for thrust.

“I love you,” she moans.

“I love you too.”

I’ve loved this woman for as long as I can remember, and I’ll love her until the day I die. She’s My May, and nothing will ever change that. Nothing.


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