Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
"Talk to me," he says.
I open my mouth, but then close it.
He leans toward me, and his hand goes to my shoulder and squeezes me there. "What do you want, Emery? If you could have anything, what would that be?"
Without even thinking about it, I blurt out the first thing that comes into my head. "A baby."
Chapter 13
Nash
She looks at me, her eyes rounded, and blinks. "I want a baby. I want your baby."
We stare at one another until there's no holding back. I set the wine glass on the coffee table and lean toward her. Our lips mesh together like an uncontrollable force. I pull her toward me until our bodies are flush against each other. In the past, hearing the word baby would've made me run, would've scared me to death. But now just the thought of Emery pregnant, rounded with our child makes my cock hard and my heart race in my chest.
We're grabbing at each other's clothes, pulling them off. It’s not graceful or calm. We don’t stop until we're both naked before each other, like we're in a rush, desperate to have one another.
And I know that we need to slow it down. "Are you sure about this, Emery? I don't want to rush you. I can wait."
She kisses my neck. "I'm sure."
Her hot breath hits against my skin as she moves down my chest. When her lips wrap around my nipple and she suckles me there, I groan, wrapping my hand around her hair, holding her to me. "Fuck yeah," I say.
Her hand trails down my body, and she wraps her hand around my hard length. She strokes me, and already I can feel the pre-cum at the tip of my cock. I'm needy, and I’m not going to be able to hold back for long. She pushes me backwards onto the couch. She stands over me, and my gaze travels from her head, down her body, taking in her large breasts, soft belly, and wide hips. My mouth is watering, wanting her. I reach up, grasping on to her hips, digging my fingers into her skin. She moans, lifting one leg and putting it on the couch next to my thigh before lifting her other until she straddles me. She moves her hips back and forth, coating my dick with her arousal.
My head falls back onto the couch. So close. I'm so close.
"That feels good, Nash," she says.
I lift my head and look at her through hooded eyes. "I need to be inside you, Emery. Please don't make me wait."
She smiles, knowing that she has all the power here. I am weak when it comes to her. She could ask me for anything right now, and I would give it to her. She raises up on her knees and reaches between us, gripping my hardness in the palm of her hand. She strokes me once, twice, and then positions me at her swollen entrance. She sinks down on me slowly, and I hold my breath. I don’t let it out until she's fully seated and I'm balls deep inside of her. The need to thrust overcomes me, and I lift my hips, grabbing on to her, holding her as I pummel inside of her. She moves back and forth. We find a rhythm that is raw and satisfying. So close. I'm so close. I need her to come with me.
I reach between us and put my thumb on her clit, moving it back and forth quickly. She moans and groans over me, but she doesn't stop. Up and down she moves. "Yes, baby. Take me, take all of me."
She's fighting it. She's holding on to her orgasm, but I need her to let go. "Let me in, Emery. Let me in, baby. Let me fill you with my seed. Let me make you pregnant."
That's all it takes for an earth-shattering orgasm to shoot through her body, and almost instantly, it does the same to me. I shoot rope after rope of cum deep within her womb. My body is filled with tiny vibrations, and I feel it from my feet through my body, to the ends of my fingertips.
I lie here trying to calm the rapid beat of my heart. Emery sprawls on my chest, gasping for breath.
I'm so fucking tired, and I don’t want to move, but I also know that I need Emery in our bed. I put my arm arms around her and squeeze her. "Hold on to me, honey."
She wraps her arms around my neck, and I stand up. "No, Nash. I'm too heavy."
I swat her on the ass. "Don't say that."
She nuzzles against my chest, and I carry her out of the living room, up the stairs into our bedroom. As soon as I lay her down, I go to the bathroom and get stuff to clean us up. And as soon as that is finished, I lie down next to her and wrap my arms and legs around her, hoping and praying that she doesn't regret this.