Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
"I like it, Luke. It's so wrong that it feels so good."
"It's never wrong when I'm inside you. Never." He kisses me then, briefly, before locking his elbows above me and increasing the pace slightly. "It's different between us, Sophie. You
have no idea."
I don't want to know what any of this is like with anyone else, but I don't say it. This is so intense, having him inside of me like this. It's always intense between us—sex will always
be personal for me—but this is something else altogether. He's inside of me in a way that's not quite natural, but so intimate. The sensations are different.
"It's good? You're okay?" Luke asks above me, his eyes searching mine. "Tell me how it feels for you."
"It's so tight, I feel everything." It's hard to talk, I'm so worked up. "It feels sensitive, but I’m okay," I offer. "I feel full, really full and it feels incredible when you slide
back in."
He groans. "I'm going to come so hard in your ass. You're going to feel me all night." He slides his hand past mine and slips a finger inside me. "Should I take you out for dinner
tonight? With my come dripping out of your bottom?"
"Luke, I'm close. I'm so close."
"I know." He moves his finger inside of me while continuing to thrust in my ass. I come then, my body tightening around his cock so hard it hurts. "Fuck, Sophie." He stills above me for
a moment then jerks his hips as his orgasm erupts.
He drops his arms and pulls me to his chest. It's a little hard to breathe, but I'm barely coherent anyway. "I should untie you," he murmurs, still weighing me down with his body pressed
to mine.
"Hmm." I flex my toes. "You don't want to keep me tied up in one of your weird empty bedrooms as a sex slave?"
"I can't keep you," he says just as his phone rings. "Christ." He closes his eyes for a moment with his forehead pressed to mine, then kisses me lightly on the lips, pulls out of my ass
and grabs the phone with a short, "Dr. Miller."
I'm sweaty and sore and I can feel his come leaking out of my ass and onto the pillow he propped under me. I really hope Mrs. Gieger is well compensated.
Luke is sitting on the edge of the bed talking about a 3D ultrasound and weeks of gestation as I realize I can reach the end of the ACE bandage knotted to the headboard, so I set about
untying myself. My feet are on the floor before Luke realizes I've moved.
"I have to call you back." Luke ends the call abruptly and grabs my wrist, pulling me back to him. He places his hands on my hips and kisses my stomach. "I'm sorry," he tells me.
"It's fine." I mean, it's not great, but it's fine. I expected a little more attention post-anal, but babies don't birth themselves, apparently. I shift, pressing my legs together.
Luke sits back and eyes me. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Lie down, let me look." He's all Dr. Miller right now.
"Eww, no! You're not giving me an exam right now." I step out of his reach.
He doesn't look impressed with my refusal. "So we can play gynecologist when it suits you, but I can't look at you when you may actually need assistance?"
"You got that right. Plus, I'm fine." I stress the last word. "I'm fidgeting because your come is leaking out of my ass and down my leg. Are you happy now?" I move towards the bathroom.
He grins and follows me, wrapping an arm around me as I reach into the shower and turn it on.
"I need a washcloth," I say as he attempts to back me into the shower. He reaches between my legs and runs his hand across my wet skin.
"You sure do," he replies and continues to smear his come around my thighs.
"Doesn't somebody's fetus need your attention?" I remind him.
He murmurs an agreement. "I have to run over to the hospital. Come with me and we can have dinner at Lombardi's after."
"I do love their chicken piccata."
Chapter 28
"Why can't they fundraise in June?" I ask Luke. "It's freezing."
We're on our way to the Baldwin Memorial Hospital Charity Gala. He glances at me across the back seat and smiles.
"Too much competition. There are events all year for one charity or another. The summer months are filled with events and golf outings."
"Explain to me again how this makes sense financially. Thousands of dollars are spent on designer clothing and event space. Wouldn't the charity make more if everyone just sent a check?"
"There's a silent auction too," Luke reminds me.
"Couldn't we all agree to meet at a bowling alley in jeans and donate the money spent on clothing and event space to the charity instead?"