Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“You want to know why I like your ass like this?” I asked.
She shook her head, but didn’t say a word.
“When you were seventeen, you were smoking hot.” I trailed my lips down the side of her face, my beard causing her to breathe out shakily when it met her skin. “But I was always afraid to take you too hard. I was scared to give you all of me because I didn’t want you to break.”
Her shaky words were nothing less than what I expected.
“I won’t break. Then or now.”
I fisted my cock and started to draw a line up and down her ass, painting her flesh with the pre-come that was leaking out of the tip.
Then I lined my cock up with her entrance, and slowly started to push inside.
The position she was in had me entering her differently than I usually did, and my already widespread legs were pushed even further out to accommodate our height differences.
But the moment her wet heat touched the tip of my cock, swallowing it little by little, I no longer cared.
All I wanted was to be enveloped in her heat. To get lost in her and never find my way back out.
“I know you’re on birth control,” I told her. “But when I’m inside of you, bare like this, I want my seed to take root.”
She pushed back against me, causing me to slip further inside of her.
“You like that idea too?” I guessed.
She made an ‘uh-huh’ sound in her throat.
“When you marry me next year,” I said, and she froze. “Yeah, we’re getting married.” I pushed until I was fully inside of her, the curly matte of my pubic hairs pressing against the soft skin of her ass. My balls nestled between the globes of her ass. “I don’t have a ring. Yet. But I will. And when all of this bullshit is finished in my life, we’re going to make this right. You’ll be mine the way you were always supposed to be.”
I pulled out, and then shoved roughly back inside.
“You also never answered me about wanting it rough, or slow,” I pointed out.
“Rough.”
One word, filled with so much emotion, was enough to send my good intentions straight out the window.
Some switch seemed to flip in me, and I began to buck feverishly into her, taking her so roughly that her arms collapsed under the strain.
I saved her from face planting into the brick, but only long enough that she could plant her elbows and brace herself.
I hooked an arm around her waist to help, and then fisted my hand in her messy bun again, pulling her hair back so I could suck lightly on her neck.
“I want to fuck you like this every day for the rest of my life,” I growled, nibbling lightly. “Want to be buried inside of you when you wake up in the morning. See your eyes alight with pleasure as I take you so hard that you can’t draw in a steady breath.”
I bucked my hips, pulling my cock in and out of her tight heat so fast and hard that she could only hold on.
The tight walls of her pussy clung to me like a second skin, protesting when I withdrew, and welcoming me when I pushed back inside.
“And when you’re pregnant with my baby, I’ll bend you over the bed and fuck you just.” Thrust. “Like.” Thrust. “This.”
She came.
She came so hard that it was nearly painful on my end.
Nearly.
The only thing keeping me from coming within seconds of her was wanting to feel her orgasm rush over her. I loved the way her muscles clamped down tight. The way her skin broke out in goosebumps, and the way her breathing would hitch and momentarily stall in her chest.
Then there was her heart, which always started to race.
The way her head would fall backwards, exposing the cords of her neck.
And when that long, low moan left her lips, I finally let go.
Poured myself deep inside of her, where one day my seed would take.
“Oh, God,” I groaned as my ab muscles clenched. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The growl that left my lips moments later was enough to cause the wolf—which had been lying quietly in the middle of the yard—to perk up.
Then he started to howl.
“Son of a bitch.”
I pulled out of her, causing her to curse and bend for her pants.
The moment we got everything back into place, the back door opened and Tank rushed out, followed by Aaron, Tommy and Big Papa.
I emerged unrepentantly from the shadows and stopped beside Achilles.
Tank was staring at the still howling pup like he was a nuisance that he wanted out of his yard, causing me to grin and bend to pick the beast up. Achilles nestled his head into the crook of my throat and went limp—much like a cat—and the boys that had followed Tank out started to chuckle.