Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Fucking Christ.
Sophie is spent from her orgasm, but she looks so fucking pretty lying there boneless and unmoving, her tits bouncing as I roughly use her body.
There’s something so fucking hot about fucking her after she’s come, about using her body to get myself off.
Maybe it’s that or the way her already impossibly tight pussy squeezes the fucking life out of my cock as I drive into her, but I can’t hold on. I haven’t come this fast since I was years younger, but I drive deep and let go, blasting cum deep inside her perfect little body.
After the blinding pleasure works its way through me, my muscles are fucking spent. I’m so fucking satisfied, I collapse on the seat on top of her.
She’s spent, too, but she wraps her arms around my torso. For a few minutes, we lie together like that, but I start to worry I’m crushing her. I don’t want to move, though. I want to stay inside her forever.
“You okay down there?” I rumble.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs sweetly.
Christ, I love her sweetness after she’s just come. I want to make her come all day long.
“You didn’t use a condom again,” she says after a minute.
“Yeah. If you don’t want babies anytime soon, we might want to put you on some birth control.”
She smiles faintly and shakes her head. “You’re crazy.”
I look down at her with a roguish smile. “Crazy for you.”
She rolls her eyes playfully like I’m just teasing her, but I’m completely fucking serious. I’ve never even thought I was capable of adoring someone on the level I adore this fucking girl, but I am truly fucking besotted.
I mean, I’m using words like fucking besotted, so you know I’m a goner.
“If it’s something you’re worried about, you’re going to have to be the one to prevent it, ‘cause I gotta say, I love the idea of getting you pregnant.”
“That’s an absurd thing to say.”
I rub her belly, not hating the idea of a little half Silvan, half Sophie being growing there already. I can picture her tummy growing, her excitement as it got closer to time to meet him or her.
Bet she’d stop fucking fighting being with me so hard, too.
Might not be a bad idea.
Her humor fades, and she stares up at me, seeming to realize I’m not just fucking with her. “I’ll make an appointment as soon as I’m unkidnapped.”
“Do you want kids?” I ask.
“Yes. Just not nine months from now.”
Probably not with me, either, if she’s being honest, but I’m afraid that’s gonna be out of her hands.
I don’t know if I can make her fall in love with me this weekend, but I know I’ll wear her down eventually. And hell, I’m in no rush. We have the rest of our lives to spend together, and I’m enjoying every bit of pursuing her reluctant little ass.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Sophie
Silvan holds my hand as he leads me through the Neiman Marcus at Copley Place.
We’ve been shopping for hours, and he has already bought me too many clothes I didn’t ask for—only the softest sweaters because he enjoys touching me so much and a pretty Versace dress with a price tag that made me feel ill. He’s taken note of the shoes I choose to try on, so I expect there will be more flats and fewer kitten heels in my future, though we made an exception today for a beautiful low heel at Jimmy Choo that I decided I could wear as long as I don’t have to walk too far.
He bought me bras and new underwear, too.
“I should probably buy you extra underwear,” he murmured teasingly, making me blush as the limo ride here played through my mind.
He cleaned me up in the limo with what we had available at the little bar, but I can still feel him between my thighs as we shop. I’ve had to be very careful trying things on so as not to dirty the clothes.
Not that it matters, I guess.
Everything I even slightly liked, he bought for me.
As we head for the exit doors with Silvan’s other hand full of stuffed shopping bags, he looks over at me and asks, “You getting hungry?”
It is around lunchtime, and we’ve definitely burned off breakfast. I look up at him and nod. “A bit. You?”
He nods. “There’s a really good burger spot not too far from here. Sound good?”
My mouth waters, so I take that as a yes and nod vigorously.
His eyes glint with amusement, and he leans over to steal a kiss before he opens the door for me.
“Such a gentleman,” I say lightly.
He ruins that illusion by grabbing my ass on his way to wrapping his hand around my hip to keep me close. “Oh yeah, I’m an angel. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”
Hugh is waiting for us on the curb. He opens the door for me and takes the shopping bags from Silvan. Once he’s done stowing all our purchases, he comes back to get our next location from Silvan, then dutifully closes the door and heads around to the driver’s side.