Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
For now, all Eloise needed from him was sex, and that was exactly what she got. Cold, hard fucking. All that she needed.
When he knew she couldn’t take any more, he slid back up and began to circle her clit. He worked her pussy, and it didn’t take him long to send her higher over the edge.
He’d already started to work his jeans off his body, and it was a struggle and slightly painful to get it past his aching cock, but he was able to do so.
Moving between her spread legs, even as the last of her orgasm subsided, he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, and then began to slowly fill her. Her greedy cunt was trying to swallow him down, and he was more than happy to go with her. Driving his cock all the way inside her, he filled her pussy, not taking his time, but thrusting balls-deep inside her cunt.
They both cried out.
Banding an arm around her waist, he started to move her up the bed, until she was against her sheets.
Eloise’s eyes had been closed, but now they were open, staring up at him. Without a word he took hold of her hands, locking their fingers together, and pressing them either side of her head, pushing her down onto the bed.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.
She didn’t say a word. Beau didn’t know if he was going to have the strength to stop once he got started, and he hoped Eloise wouldn’t change her mind.
Drawing out of her tight pussy, he waited until only the tip of his cock was inside, and then he thrust hard and deep inside her. He started out first going slowly, feeling how her body awakened beneath him. She was so wet, and he knew he wasn’t hurting her. His cock had never felt this large before, and he knew it was because of Eloise.
She was his mate.
His woman.
She was bound to him, and he’d fucked it up. He wasn’t going to do anything so stupid again.
Driving in hard and deep, he stared into her eyes, never looking away, because he wanted to drown in her gaze. She was so beautiful. All his, and he was never letting her go.
He felt the change within her cunt, and she began to get close to another orgasm. This one was different as he stroked within the walls of her pussy, pressing on nerves, creating sensations that set off a mini-orgasm, and she screamed his name.
The sound echoed off the walls, and it seemed to set his own orgasm in motion. Beau thrust every inch inside her, and then filled her with wave upon wave of his orgasm, flooding her channel as he did so.
He needed to drown her in his scent and he wasn’t going to stop. At the end, he collapsed over her, but did so moving off her stomach, not allowing her to take the bulk of his weight.
Neither of them spoke and the only sound in the room was their breathing. He wanted to ask her to move in with him, to give him a chance, but not a single word passed his lips.
Letting go of her hands, he cupped her face and tilted her head toward him. She licked her lips and he waited for her to say something, but they didn’t speak. No words were needed.
He knew what she needed, and he leaned in close.
Her pussy was still fluttering around his length, and he heard her sharp gasp of breath. His dick responded, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do and what she needed.
Kissing her lips, he slid his tongue between, meeting hers with his own, tasting her.
She began to rock on his cock, and he knew there was no one else but him for Eloise. Her hormones were getting the better of her, and Beau knew this was his chance to finally win her over.
Chapter Twelve
Two Months Later
Eloise stepped into the kitchen and came to a stop as she saw her mother flipping pancakes.
“You know, you can tell Beau that he doesn’t need to keep sneaking out every morning,” Wendy said.
She opened her mouth and closed it, not exactly sure what to say.
“Don’t lie to me, honey. You know I don’t like when you do.” Wendy flipped the pancake onto a plate and turned toward her. “Here’s your breakfast.”
“How did you know?” Eloise asked.
“Well, you two are not quiet first thing in the morning. You think I don’t see a change in my daughter during her pregnancy?” she asked.
“I, ugh, I’m not sure—”
“You were miserable. Now you’re not. But why does he keep coming here?” Wendy asked.
“His pack is always at the ranch,” Eloise said.
“And that’s a problem?”
“I … uh, I don’t want them to know.”
Wendy started to fry up more pancake dough. “Why?”