Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
The primitive magic of flesh dances with the pulse of life as we move with the urges. His dick slams back in deep, like a man out to claim his woman’s womb, and my pussy welcomes him. Our bodies work in rhythm, doing our best to get his seed as deep into my cunt as it can possibly go. But we don’t rush it. Don’t push it. Just keep dancing to the dirty hot beat.
I’m moaning at the thrusts, and he’s grunting as he sucks at me, letting out a groan of dirty pleasure as he changes nipple. His hips pick up speed, and I raise mine until he has my G-spot nailed, and then I’m lost to everything but chasing my next orgasm and draining his balls. I want his next full fucking load.
Hell, it takes fucking ages this time around, but it’s a delicious ride all the way. I love how sweaty and heavy he is when he slams into me.
“Please,” I whimper. “Fill me up, Griff, give me your cum. I want your baby. I want your baby boy!”
He’s grunting so hard he doesn’t have any words, just more hip slams as he thrust, thrust, thrusts for the second round, emptying his balls all over again.
“Leg’s up, quick,” he says, and wrestles me into position with my knees to my chest, so his cum seeps in deeper.
I look at him, fascinated by how he stares at my pussy, as though he really does want to knock me up and give me a baby.
And then I wonder…
Will Josh ever look at me like that?
Will he ever want to unload his cum in my womb and give me his baby?
Will he suckle on my tits to get me ready? Will he be there at the birth to hold my hand?
The ideas make me churn. Heady.
I always figured it would be Connor whose baby I would bring into this world, but no, it won’t be. So, will it be Josh’s instead?
My stomach flips, and I get a rush of weird tingles so strong I feel faint.
I want to have Josh’s children. One day, I want to be a mum.
“That’s it, angel,” Griff says with a grin. “You’re all knocked up. Can you feel my baby inside you?”
I grin back at him, with a sigh, rubbing my stomach like I’m proud.
“Yes, I can. I know it. I’m pregnant with your son.”
At that, Griff is back to User 3092. He helps me up to my feet and gives me a hand to get my clothes together, then asks me again if I’d like a drink, now the action is over. I’d consider a cup of tea if I didn’t catch sight of the clock on the wall in the living room. Shit. I’m twenty minutes overdue and counting.
“Crap,” he says, following my gaze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I can pay extra…”
“No, no. Don’t worry.” I smile as I fumble in my bag for my phone. “I was having too much fun to notice.”
I guess his second round of thrusting took longer than I thought…
There’s a stream of messages from Josh on my screen, and a couple of missed calls, but my phone was on silent and I didn’t hear them.
D&S? The messages say. Ella, are you there? D&S? Are you ok? Are you out of there?
My fingers are shaking as I reply with a D&S and a stream of heart emojis. Sorry. Just leaving now.
I hope I didn’t freak him out too bad.
Thank fuck for that, baby, he says. Thought maybe some psycho was trying to get you knocked up for real.
As I get the cab journey back, I’m a mass of emotions. It’s something I haven’t touched on in years, since the early days of my life with Connor when we planned our future family like lovestruck teenagers.
Two kids. That’s what we said. We were going to have two kids. Hopefully a boy and a girl.
I still want them… I know that.
Only now, with a twist in my stomach, I know it’s someone else I’ll be wanting them with.
User 3902’s cum might be dripping out of me, but one day I’ll want someone else to be inside me like he was, on a mission.
I just hope it’ll be Josh who gets me pregnant for real.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“So, come on,” Josh says as he tucks into his avocado salad. “How did you really feel about getting pregnant last night. Did it tick any boxes?”
We haven’t been up all that long, having slept in late and taken a leisurely shower together before throwing some clothes on and getting outside for some fresh air.
Fresh air and a luxury lunch, that is.
I take a mouthful of my smoked salmon, chomping it down before I answer. The Mulberry is becoming my favourite – brunch, lunch, dinner, I’d happily be in here every day of the week.