Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“You know better than that.”
She slowly smirked and kicked the sheet off, braced her legs on the mattress, and spread so I could stare at her pussy while I dressed.
“Gonna have to change the sheets, Anthony. Your cum was all over my ass and back and is now smeared all over the bed.”
I grunted. “Good. I want anything you’re around to smell like me, so in turn you smell like me.” Her cheeks turned pink, and I knew she was getting turned on again. “As much as I want to fuck you again, we have plans.”
It was her turn to look confused.
I grabbed her a dress, pretty and long, but purposefully didn’t give her a bra.
“Where are we going?” she asked as she got up and started dressing.
I waited to respond until she was clothed, then I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead as I held her cheeks in both of my hands. “Next year, you’re getting the biggest fucking wedding, sweetheart. It’ll be the ceremony of the damn century.” I pulled back and looked at her. “But right now, I need to make it official.” I placed my hand on her belly, and she pulled back immediately, looking away sheepishly. “I don’t want to get married just because I’m pregnant.”
“The fuck, Pyper?” I lifted her hand and showed her the ring. “I proposed before I knew you were pregnant.”
“I don’t want to rush into it if it’s not what you want.”
Oh… my sweet girl. “Look at me.” I waited until she did. “I wanted to make you my wife that first night I met you. I knew there was no other woman that would ever make me feel the way you did.”
I saw her eyes water, and when a lone tear slipped out the corner, I leaned in and licked it off her cheek.
“I’ve never been so… soft—”
She chuckled, and I mock growled.
“What’s so funny, baby doll?”
“It’s funny that you think you need to tell me how sweet you are with me.” She rose on her toes and kissed me. “But only with me.”
I gripped the back of her hair and growled, deepening the kiss. “That’s right. I’m only sweet with you.” With everyone else, I was a motherfucker. Cold-hearted. A bastard. Someone you didn’t fuck with.
“But if you want to wait to make this official until the wedding next year, I’ll do whatever you want. You hold the power.” I nipped her bottom lip. “Just not in the bedroom.”
She laughed softly but moaned when I dragged my tongue over her lips. A moment of silence passed before she sank against me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her mouth to my ear.
“Make me Mrs. Blackwell.”
I lifted her into my arms, loving how she squealed, and strode out of our home.
And you better fucking believe I did exactly what she wanted.