Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
So I say, “But I’m already… I’m already pregnant, you don’t need to… you don’t…”
“Listen to me very carefully, Bubblegum, okay?” He goes serious, his eyes all lusty and grave. “If I get you pregnant, if I breed your cunt like I want to, you better be prepared for me to fuck you twenty-four fucking seven, yeah? I’ll fuck your pregnant pussy. I’ll feed from your pregnant tits and I’ll fucking come all over your tight pregnant belly when I’m not flooding your hot little snatch, okay? So let’s close that discussion right here.”
“Oh God, Reign. Please stop. I can’t —”
“But,” he says, interrupting me. “None of that can happen until I actually come inside you. Until I actually blow my load. And I’ve just started to fuck you, haven’t I? I’ve only just started. And we have a long road ahead of us.”
“So then, do it,” I tell him, all impatient. “Come inside me.”
“Well, even if I do, we don’t know if it’ll work. We don’t know if I’ll get you pregnant just by fucking you once.”
I twist his t-shirt. “So then fuck me twice.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. I’ll fuck you twice. And thrice. And then four times.” He places a soothing kiss on my lips. “I’ll fuck you as many times as it takes to breed you, okay? Because I have a job to do, don’t I? I haven’t tied you up to my bed just for shits and giggles. There’s a purpose, isn’t there?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And what’s the purpose, baby?”
“To b-breed me.”
“Yeah,” he whispers happily. “To breed you like my good little servant girl.”
My belly is clenching rhythmically now.
With every word he says.
As if my body is out of my control.
Just like his body. Which is moving now.
Rocking into mine just as rhythmically as my womb.
Because he’s lost in his dreams as much as I am.
“What happens when I’m pregnant?”
His whole body shudders at this.
Shakes.
“Then, I fucking beat my chest in victory,” he says hoarsely. “I fucking howl in victory. Roar to the goddamn sky that I won. That I get to keep you now. Because that’s what this is all about, isn’t it, Echo? I wanna tie you to my bed and fuck you over and over. Even when you tell me to stop. Even when you tell me that I’m hurting your pussy now, hurting your little tummy, wrecking your womb with how much I’ve fucked it and trashed it and come in it. All this to breed you like my good little servant girl. So I don’t have to watch. So I don’t have to stand on the sidelines and watch him be with you. Play with you. Play with my Bubblegum. Especially when she’s mine. She was mine right from the beginning. From the first sight. But I had to give her away. I had to share. I had to watch someone else play with you, my doll.”
He gives me a hard kiss then.
A hard and a harsh kiss as my heart twists and twists in my chest.
“That’s why. That’s how twisted I am, that I dream about ruining your life just so I could win against my best friend. Just so I could take you from him, steal you away. So no, we’re not having sex tonight. Not without a rubber and —”
I press a hand on his mouth then.
And with shivery breaths, I go to his ear and finally whisper, “You won’t need a condom, Reign. Because I’m on the pill.”
He jerks.
A big, shuddering movement. That I feel in my bones.
As if a bomb went off.
And I realize that maybe it did.
Maybe that’s why everything gets so silent.
So far we’ve been breathing and panting, whimpering and moaning. But now, we don’t make a sound. Now he stares at me, his face and eyes sharp, his lips barely moving when he goes, “You are.”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“About t-two weeks ago.”
He doesn’t have to think back to calculate what it means. He already knows. “The night of the fight.”
I nod and his hand goes up to my neck. The back of it where he grips me tightly, squeezing it.
My heart skips a beat at his predatory action, possessive action. “I went to the sick room, t-the clinic at the school and saw the doctor the next day. She wrote me a prescription.”
“So you lied.”
“Last night.”
“Why, because you didn’t trust me to wear a condom?”
“I trusted you,” I tell him truthfully.
“So then why?”
Yeah, why.
Because I wanted to keep a distance from him. Because yesterday I thought that I was his but only for one night. And so even though I went to the clinic to get on the pill — for him by the way; I went right after the night of the fight, right after he confessed his crush on me and told me that he wanted to fuck me bareback so yeah, it was for him — I still kept it a secret.