Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Charlotte laughed. “Are you going to ask me to marry you?”
“What? Absolutely not!” I scoffed.
“But you said we were going to get married.”
Ahhhh. “I see the confusion here, baby. I’m not asking you to marry me. There is no fucking question. We are getting married. As soon as possible. Which means you better get cracking on a wedding if you want to be married before we have our first child because I plan on putting a baby in you tonight.”
Charlotte’s cheeks were dusted with pink, and she was radiant with joy. “Sounds like a plan.”
I grinned and kissed each nipple, then looked up and her. “You ready to make me a daddy, baby?”
“Does it involve you finally taking away the aches you keep causing me and fucking me until I have mind-blowing orgasms?”
Everything inside me tightened, and I had to close my eyes and list all the acronyms on the New York Stock Exchange. When I was mostly confident that I wasn’t about to waste my come in my pants, I reopened my eyes. “Baby, that was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” I growled. “And, hell yes.”
“Untie me so I can touch you,” she begged.
I shook my head and nibbled her tits, muffling my response. “Absolutely not. I like you like this, laid out for me to taste and touch, to drive you wild so your pussy is gushing with juices and I have to lick you clean.”
Cupping her breasts, I squeezed them gently and pushed the rounded globes up so I could switch back and forth quickly, licking, then blowing over the sensitive tips before sucking hard.
“Rhett,” Charlotte moaned, her back arching as she encouraged me to keep going.
“I fucking love these tits, baby,” I grunted. “And fuck, I can’t wait to see them get bigger, heavy with milk, and dripping it from your nipples.”
Charlotte’s hips were bucking in search of stimulation, and she didn’t even realize she was doing it. It was making me painfully aware of my cock’s sharp prison. “I need you naked.”
“Yesss,” Charlotte hissed. “I want to feel you, Rhett. Make me yours.”
“You’re already mine, baby,” I growled. “These sexy as fuck tits.” I bit each peak. My hands made their way beneath her to cup her butt and yank her up so I could grind into the apex of her thighs. “This round ass.” I let go of her cheeks and scooted back so I could take hold of her shorts and panties and jerked them down, exposing her bare mound. “And this young virgin pussy.” I dragged a finger up her seam and circled her clit. “I’m going to pop your cherry and finally claim every fucking inch of you, Charlotte.”
“Please, Rhett,” she pleaded. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”
I backed off the end of the bed and stood facing my woman. I took off my socks, unbuckled my belt, and shucked my pants and boxers. My cock flew up and bounced against my stomach, and I breathed a sigh of relief now that it wasn’t being cut into by the sharp metal of my zipper.
“Um.” Charlotte sounded uncertain, and I glanced at her face, pausing when I saw the fear lurking in her eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“You are...um...really, really big.”
A cocky grin was dancing at the corners of my mouth, but I suppressed it because she looked genuinely upset. “First, talk like that only makes me want to bury it inside you right the fuck now. Second, do you trust me, Charlotte?”
She nodded immediately, making my heart warm. “Trust me to make it work with as little pain as possible and give you mind-blowing pleasure.”
A giggle escaped her mouth, and she seemed to relax a bit.
I untied each of her ankles so I could pull her shorts and panties the rest of the way off. Then I pushed her legs wide and climbed onto the bed, settling myself on my stomach between her silky thighs.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I breathed. I used my thumbs to draw her petals back, revealing her sex. “Look at this pretty pussy,” I murmured. “So pink and swollen with need. Soaked in your juices. And this hard little clit peeking at me from under its hood. I think it needs my attention. But I should clean up the mess first.”
I lapped at her pussy, drinking down her arousal and moaning at the succulent flavor, but I avoided her little pleasure button, which drove her wild. I fucked her pussy hole with my tongue and circled the little bud with my finger. Her cries were like heroin, and my pelvis ground into the bed, aching for relief.
“Rhett! Yes! Yes! Please, I need to—oh, fuck!” I latched onto her clit, and my cock spurted some come on the bed. “Yes! Yes! Rhettt!” I replaced my tongue with a single digit, working hard to get it in her tight channel. Then I curled it up, and she flew apart. Her pussy gushed, squirting more of her essence into my mouth, and I greedily swallowed it down. While she was in the throes of passion, I worked in a second finger, trying to stretch her as much as possible. I had a big fucking dick, and I was determined not to hurt her.