Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Look at you trying to suck my seed from me. You want that, don't you? You want me to breed you, I’ve you my children and make sure you can never walk away from me. Say it. Tell me to breed this baby factory. Fuck. Say it, Satine. God damn it, this pussy is making me a bitch.”
Hearing him talk about babies, makes my pussy gush and a tiny orgasm flows through me. “Yes. I want your babies, babe. I want to be a family with you.” I finally give voice to the words I have been holding in not sure if he is ready.
He stops mid-stroke, and his eyes change from ferocious to soft and unsure, “Are you sure, angel? Do you really want a real family with me, even knowing what I do?” My big strong, sexy husband lets a hint of vulnerability pee through and the lioness in me wants to vanquish it for him.
With each of my hands on his face, I spread my legs wider, hook my ankles behind his ass and squeeze his cock before lifting up to kiss him. “I love you, Larabee. You are a strong protector, a vicious avenger and my own personal warrior. I want everything in this life and the next with you.” I simply stare into his eyes and give him a second to find what he is looking for.
Not breaking his eye contact, he kisses me chastely at first, and slowly slides his tongue in and out of my mouth. He brushes my sweaty hair from my face and smiles at me. His strokes become slower, lingering and filled with so much love it is almost too much.
“How did you know?” I ask, wondering how he knew I needed this softer part of him after the confession I just made.
“I know what you need, Piccola. I always will.” he says, sliding in so slowly my toes begin to curl.
“Larabee,” I call his name, a whisper in his ear and a plea to take me over and over. He links each of my hands with his and extends them over my head. “So good. So full, babe. I love you so much.” I cry out feeling more emotional.
“You are so fucking beautiful, baby. And all mine.” He kisses me so sweetly, the love so clear and palpable I think both of us are going to burst.
Slowly, he makes love to me, and I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin. It’s soul consuming. Tears start sliding out from my eyes. The raw unspoken passion is heady and deafening. My body is preparing to let go and I can feel how hard he’s shaking.
“You fucking own me, angel. You own my life.” I whimper into his mouth and hold him to me, both of us completely naked and bare before one another in a way we have never been. “I can’t hold it anymore, baby.” His thumb moves between us and with a slight pinch he sends me right to the stars. “Shit. Shit. Shit!” I feel his salty heat fill me up and it triggers another orgasm from me. We lay there, him on top of me, smothering me and I don’t want him to move.
I don’t know how long he stays there but when he rolls over and pulls me on top of him, he kisses my head and takes a deep breath. I know he is about to say something. “Your dad landed in Miami three days ago.” It sure as hell wasn’t that. My head snaps up and like a well-planned trigger, I can feel the panic rising.
“What? Where? Does he…does he know where…I have to go.” I don’t realize I am actively pushing against him trying to get away before I hear a faint curse and then I am on my back staring into his concerned eyes.
“Baby look at me. You are safe. You know that right?” I try to take a deep breath and calm myself. I use the pulse of his hands in mine to lead me. “There’s my girl.” He kisses my nose before sitting us both up. “Are you alright baby?” Nodding, I bury my face in his neck.
“Yes. I’m sorry. I mean logically I knew at some point this was going to come full circle, I guess I just thought we had more time.” Maybe I just wished we did.
“Yeah angel, I know.” Then his words wiggle in my mind.
“Wait, you said three days ago. That was the day you couldn't reach me.” It all makes sense now.
“Yeah.” He looks a little sheepish. “When I saw the pictures, this visceral rejection of him anywhere near you hit me like a ton of bricks.”
“Trust me, I feel the same way. What do we do?” I don’t want to show him I am scared. I don’t want him to feel like I don't trust him to protect me, but part of me is terrified.