Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“If you were so unhappy, why didn’t you say something while we were there, November. You should have voiced your so it could have been dealt with.”
“Or maybe you should be more aware of when I need you to step in and intervene. Or am I not important enough for… like a flashing red light, the unfinished statement is blinking in front of my eyes, blinding me to all actions. I know my hand is now wrapped around her throat, halting the rest of her offensive, spank-worthy words, but I cannot tell you what I am doing past that because now I am seething.
“What the fuck were you going to say to me? Were you fixing your deceitful mouth to say you are not everything to me, November? Is that what you were about to spew?” Her eyes widen because I am sure by now she recognizes that I have never held her this tight, nor has my face been so pissed off, but she has pushed me too far. “Go in the fucking bedroom and wait for me. I need a second to calm down before I really hurt you.” I tell her, releasing her and giving her my back.
I stand in the same spot for minutes, trying to calm down. Finally, I walk to the bedroom when my body no longer needs a round in the WWE ring. I take a deep breath and close the door; the look on her face is as it should be: contrite.
“Lincoln I…”
“Don’t. Don’t say a fucking thing to me. All I want from you is to get naked and on your hand and knees on the bed.” She swallows, and her eyes get bigger because she knows when I get like this, there is no lovey-dovey shit. She is getting fucked, and that is it. Slowly, she takes off her pants and shirt. When she begins pulling down her panties, my mouth fills with spit and the urge to drip my saliva all over her to remind her she belongs to me. My pants fall to the floor and my cock is in my hands. I rub him and down while she gets into position, the slippery slit shiny and in my face. “Cock that ass, baby girl, and spread your legs.”
“Lincoln…” I know she is going to plead with me to take it easy on her because her tiny frame has a hard time taking me this way, but she should have thought of that shit before she wanted to be fucking crazy. Slowly, I slide inside of her, my hands gripping her hips so hard she whimpers. I push further and further into her until I bottom out.
“Oh yeah. You feel that. You feel me. So deep inside you, you won't know where I end, and you begin.” Damn, this girl has me by the balls. “Now you get the fury.” Gripping her hips like the reins on a bucking bronco, I pull her on and off my rod over and over. My mind is angry at her audacity and love because every thought I have is of her and our future.
“Holy shit, babe. It hurts.” I love it when she cries during a good deep fuck.
“Yeah, well so does your doubt in me.” My words hit their mark because I hear her sniffle, and although my heart is aching for her, my head is still pissed.
“I can’t. I can’t,” she cries. She tries moving up the bed away from my punishing pushes, but I simply push her shoulders further into the bed and add weight so she can go nowhere.
“You fucking can and you will. You are going to take all of this cock into your womb and give me a baby. My fucking pussy. My woman. My baby. My life,” I growl in her ear before my own ire fuels my impending orgasm. I’m not a total asshole, so I reach in front of her and pinch her clit, and together we fall. Her hot pussy squeezes the shit out of me and aids me in giving her every last drop.
“Oh shit. I’m cumming!” she shouts into our bedroom before her body begins to convulse. I watch her twitch and cry for me, but I don’t pull out. I don’t want any of that to spill. I want it inside of her, giving me a son or a daughter.
So, instead of moving, I kiss her up and down her back and remind her I love her, and she is everything to me. When she has stopped shivering, I pull out, growling when her heat is no longer surrounding my cock. I roll her on top of me and rub her back up and down. “Better?” I ask her.
“Yeah. I’m okay now.” Brat.
“In the future, you’ve got to talk to me and tell me what’s going on, baby. That is not like you. Especially not telling me immediately when something makes you uncomfortable. If you don’t tell me I can’t fix it. You are the sole most important thing in my life, baby. There is nothing I won’t conquer for you.” I thought she knew that.