Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
I kiss her again while lifting her up again, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I walk with her over to the nearest wall and press her back up against it. It’s brick, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I know that I should figure something else out, but I can't wait a second longer. It’s gotta be like this here because I know my girl. No asses on the counter. She’d be disinfecting this kitchen for months. She's messy, disorganized, and a packrat, but somehow, she manages to keep things pristine.
“You should put me down. I’m too heavy,” she says, sounding distressed.
“Shut that shit down, now. I won’t hear of it. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I won't tolerate that shit from anyone, not even you. Got it?” She smiles and rolls her eyes again. Why is that so fucking hot?
“Yes, Sir,” she says kissing me. I shift her body and the tip of my cock slips inside of her. Damn, she's sexy as hell.
“You are mine, Meredith. You are perfect for me. Tell me what I need to hear,” I demand.
“I’m yours,” she says shifting her hips and taking more of me inside of her. Her velvety pussy feels like home. She breaks her cherry on my cock and after giving her some time to adjust, I slam into her over and over.
Her swollen little pussy welcomes me on each thrust. I feel my orgasm rising from the tips of my fucking toes. Every muscle in my body clenches in anticipation. I can see the cords of muscle in my arms straining as I slam in and out of her.
“I love you,” I shout as she comes apart around me, she screams my name as she does. I fill her with my seed.
That vision I’ve been having of her round with our child is one step closer to fruition.
Chapter Three
Three
Meredith
Did he just say that he loves me? My mind races. Men don't say that unless they mean it right? That’s what I’ve heard anyways.
“I love you, too,” I reply because I do. I know that all the time we’ve spent together has made it seem like this isn’t fast at all. He's still inside me, hard and I want more of him. As I flex my pussy around him, he groans. I jump when I hear the back door open.
“Yo, birthday bitch. I brought your nephew for birthday kisses.” Oh shit, it’s my sister.
“Breezy, don't come in here. Gimme a second.” I'll have to kick her ass if she sees him naked.
“Omg," she singsongs loudly. "Do you have a guy in there? Is it Gordo from the food delivery service? Sheriff O'Grady will flip his shit,” she says laughing hysterically.
“Oh my God,” I whisper mortified. “I don't like him, I swear I don’t,” I say as he lets me down. As soon as my feet touch the floor, I start to jog over to my clothes, but I have to slow down. My pussy is sore as hell. But like, a good sore.
“Believe me, I know that, baby. Shit. Your back is all torn up from the wall. I'm sorry. I'll take better care of you next time.”
“Nothing but battle wounds. Besides, what makes you think there will be a next time?” I say sassily pulling my pants on. He frowns.
“What?” he asks pausing in pulling on his pants.
“Kidding. Geez. You used to have a sense of humor. Ya know, before I gave you my cherry.” I skip my bra, putting it in Dallas’ pocket instead. I pull my shirt on and wince. I'd hate to see what my back looks like right now, but it really was worth it. So worth it. The rest of my life worth it.
“Don't test me, Meredith.” I shiver involuntarily. I definitely want to test him. I just nod instead.
“Breezy? You can come on back now,” I say, and she bounces around the corner, baby Kyle cradled in her arms.
“Well, well, well. What have we here? Good morning, Sherriff."
"I think Dallas will do just fine, Bree," he says. I notice his hair is standing on end. When was I pulling it? Things got a bit frenzied there for a minute.
“Aubree. Stop. Please.” I beg her with my eyes. She knows what I'm trying to say because she changes the subject.
“I just came to see if you wanted to get breakfast, but it looks like you’re full.”
“Haha. I still have to finish the pastries.”
“Mom’s coming in. We can finish this up for you,” she says.
“Really?” I ask and she nods. “Oh, well then that’s great,” I say laughing.
"I'll put Kyle in his bouncy seat and finish up while we wait on Nana."
"You sure?" I ask. I hate shirking my responsibilities. Saturday is our busiest day.