Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Shhh,” I say as I swipe my cock through her wet folds and then push into her opening once more. “Just let me do something real quick.”
Staring down between us, I see my dick inside her just an inch, but the sight of it is enough. I grab the base of my shaft and jerk it a couple of times and then I’m cumming once more. My eyes don’t leave the place where we’re joining as I see the veins in my cock pulse, and I release into her.
“Oh god, that feels so good.” She closes her eyes and arches her back, trying to take more of me.
“I know, baby.” I brush my thumb over her clit in circles. She rocks up to meet the touch, and with only a few quick strokes, she’s cumming again too.
Leaning down, I lick her nipples and then suck on them as she squeezes around me.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” I say, and she opens her eyes to look at me.
“What?”
“Get you pregnant.”
Before she can say a word, there’s a knock at the door.
Chapter Eleven
Glenda
It takes me a moment to register what’s happening. I think my brain short-circuited when Cillian said he was going to get me pregnant. That's what he said, wasn’t it? Maybe I imagined it in my lust-filled, orgasm-fogged brain, and he never actually said that out loud. My own mind was jumbled after what we’d just done.
That would make more sense than Cillian actually saying that to me. Because thirty minutes ago, I thought he hated kissing me and didn't want anyone to know he’d done it. Now he wants to put a baby inside me. Yeah, right. Though he did clear up a lot of doubts, so maybe.
“Baby,” Cillian whispers, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Someone is here.” Another knock sounds at the door. Shit. I can’t think straight to save my life right now.
Cillian finishes putting on his clothes as I glance around the room.
“All my luggage is in the living room!” I hiss. The only thing I had Cillian ripped from my body. Damn. That was hot.
“Go to the bathroom. I’ve got this.”
As I get up from the bed and go toward the bathroom, he suddenly stops me. He holds my hand and pulls me back to him while pressing a hard kiss against my mouth. When he releases me, I can do nothing but stand there, breathless.
“Okay, now you can go.” He gives my ass a small tap, and I jump back into action and dart into the bathroom.
My heart races as I wonder who might have caught us. What would happen if anyone found out? I’m curious what his mom would think. She’s all about true love, but she’s also about tradition. She and her husband had an arranged marriage. She also had a hand in setting up her daughter Amelia to marry my brother.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror out of the corner of my eye, and I turn to face my reflection. My lips are puffy, and the area around them is red. So are my nipples. My hair is tousled and my eyeliner slightly smudged, yet I look sexy. It’s not a word I’ve ever used to describe myself. It’s not even something I’ve ever strived to be. Clearly Cillian thought I was because he ripped my undergarments from my body.
I part my legs and see Cillian’s release coating my thighs and my sex. I can still feel his warm release inside of me, and I can’t believe we did that. I mentally do some math in my head while my brain is functioning, and I’m most definitely ovulating.
Cillian's reaction when I told him was not what I thought it was going to be. I was sure he was going to jump off me and run to the bathroom to try and get a towel or something. It was the complete opposite, so what does this mean? He wants to get me pregnant, but he doesn’t want to take my virginity. When I think clearly and line up what we’d done, he definitely said the baby comment. I’m not sure what to think of that.
I press my ear to the door, wondering who came knocking. The other voice is too soft for me to make out any words, but I’d guess it to be female.
“She’s not feeling well. I’m going to stay and take care of her. She’s taking a shower now,” I hear him say. I bite my lip as a wave of unexpected emotion fills me and tears spring to my eyes. Spotting a robe hanging on a hook next to the giant tub, I grab it and put it on. A second later, the door opens.
“Julie, one of the kitchen staff, brought over food,” Cillian says. He grabs my hand and spins me around to face him, and the smile on his face falters. His big hands come up to cup my face as she leans close. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” I must not answer him quickly enough because he goes to check for himself. He pulls the robe open to do a full inspection of me with his own eyes.