Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
My hands fall to his shoulders, and I sink down onto his cock, completely filling myself until I feel him in my fucking throat.
His hands fall to my hips, and he squeezes as we both get used to the feel, that is until I start moving. I ride up and down his long, thick cock, listening to his body, and giving him exactly what he wants. He groans, murmuring my name over and over again. His fingers dig in and as my body inches toward another earth-shattering orgasm, I keep myself moving, not daring to come again before he gets a chance.
“Fuck, Jade,” he grunts as I slowly pick up my pace, riding him right to the tip of his cock before dropping back down until he’s balls deep. Over and over again.
His hands tighten, and then finally he comes. Hot spurts of come shoot deep inside of me, and the feeling has me clenching down around him and as he murmurs my name one more time. I let go and come harder, calling out his name.
After peeling ourselves off the floor and taking a needed hot shower together, we both go crashing down onto his bed. As he pulls me into his arms, I know that nothing will ever have the power to tear this away from us.
Colton Carrington is my end game.
He’s my ride or die, and I’ll never have it any other way.
His hand falls to my waist, and his thumb rubs back and forth over my skin. “You know the day you walked into this house was the best day of my life.”
“If only you knew it back then.”
His laugh rumbles through the room. “I fucking did, babe. You’re the one who didn’t know.”
I roll my eyes. “What can I say?” I laugh. “I’m stubborn like that, but you love me anyway.”
“I sure fucking do,” he says, dropping his lips to my forehead.
“Will you still love me when I’m nine months pregnant with stretch marks and a fat ass?” I ask, glancing up at him, knowing the question is ridiculous but loving how he always insists on reassuring me.
“Fuck no,” he says, trying hard to fight the smile that tears across his face. “You know me, I’m shallow as fuck, but you might just win me over if those perfect tits of yours keep growing at the rate they are.”
“You’re an asshole,” I laugh, snuggling into his side. “But I love you anyway.”
“I know,” he murmurs. “I’m irresistible. Now, go to sleep so I can wake you up early and eat that delicious pussy all over again.”
My, oh my. How is a woman supposed to say no to that? So, like a good little girl, I close my eyes, knowing damn well that I’ll be having sweet, sweet dreams tonight.
Epilogue
Four Months Later
My leg bounces with nerves as I listen to the doorbell ring. “It’s going to be fine,” Mom says from the doorway of the formal dining room, as Colton sits beside me, doing his best to keep me calm. “They’re going to be perfect, and if you don’t like them, just send them on their way.”
“I know,” I murmur, listening to Harrison’s footsteps as he goes to answer the door. “But what if they’re just putting it on and only look good, but behind closed doors, they’re assholes? How can I be sure?”
My hand drops to the seven-month baby bump that’s hidden beneath the table as Colton’s hand falls to my thigh. “You have a sixth sense for picking out assholes, Jade. You’ll be fine,” he tells me. “Besides, I might have had a background check done on them before they got here.”
My eyes widen. How can I be surprised by this still? “And?” I prompt.
“And they’re everything that I wish I had growing up.”
My heart instantly swells, and I suddenly feel a million times better. That is until I hear Harrison at the door, followed by their voices. There’s a man and woman, just as I expected. The woman has a kind voice while the man is firm but not demanding.
I hear her heels against the floor, and as they get closer, I stand, taking a deep breath and slowly blowing it out. Colton stands beside me, slipping his hand into mine as Mom discreetly moves to the back of the room, wanting to be here as a voice of comfort but not wanting to overstep. This decision is completely up to me, but she’s fooling herself if she thinks that her opinion isn’t going to help.
The couple arrives at the entrance of the formal dining room, and I straighten my back, not wanting them to think any less of me for making the decision to give up my child. As the woman lays her eyes on me and drops her gaze to my swelling stomach, tears instantly fill her eyes.