Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Vik!” My name is a loud, sharp, crying gasp, her body riding the wave of her climax. What I’d give to have her cunt gripping my cock like it is my thigh right about now. I let out a deep breath; my heart is hammering like a stampede of wild horses against my ribs. I go to wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me, but she suddenly pushes back the slightest bit.
“Don’t think this changes anything.” Her green eyes are nearly black with desire when she looks me dead in the eye. “I’m still so fucking mad at you, and we still have a lot to talk about.”
“I know.” A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth despite the ache in my groin.
“Good,” she replies on a whisper. This time, it’s her who leans into me until her lips seal to mine. She tastes like the sweetest piece of heaven. While her mouth goes after mine, punishing and demanding, her hand begins a slow, deliberate descent. She drags her palm down the length of my chest, stopping at my heart, feeling the rhythm of my frantically beating heart. Down further she goes, over the planes and rigid muscles of my abdomen, until she reaches the waistband of my pants. Without breaking our kiss, she slides her hand lower and cups my cock through the fabric
I groan against her mouth, low and guttural. The heat of her palm, the firm, squeezing pressure of her fingers surrounding me has me losing control of whatever restraint I have left. Our talk, her anger, my aggravation. It can wait. Right now, there’s only this. I grip her thighs, lifting her higher and resituating her to where both of her legs are now wrapped around my waist.
Rory lets out a purr, taking her mouth away from mine and burying her face in the crook of my neck. She inhales sharply as I carry her through the room. Each step I take jars her against my acing cock, a sweet torture that has me gritting my teeth. I keep moving until her back meets the living room couch and her ass is on the armrest. I come down over her body, pinning her to the cushions, my hands gripping the hem of her shirt.
I need it off.
I need to see her.
I need to feel her.
I’m desperate as I pull the shirt up and over her head, tossing it somewhere in the midst of the room. When I look back down, the breath leaves my lungs. The soft light of the morning washes over her golden skin, making me ache to look at. But it’s the changes in her that make my chest tighten with an ache I’ve never felt before. My hands cup her breasts that are visibly fuller, heavy and swollen with her pregnancy. Nipples darker, fucking pebbled tighter than ever, too. I glide my thumbs over them, watching goosebumps pebble along her flesh.
She’s breathtaking. Radiant. And my gaze drifts down, settling on her lower abdomen. Right now, there’s no change, but as the weeks pass by, there will be a slight curve, a gentle rounding that holds our future. I stare at it for a long, quiet moment, allowing the thought to wash over me.
Rory shifts beneath me with a soft, impatient whimper that breaks the silence. I pull at her nipples, and with her completely naked beneath me, I can see exactly how wet she is for me. Glistening, swollen, and completely open.
“Christ, I don’t want to take my hands off you, Romy,” I breathe out.
“Then don’t.” Her eyelids shutter closed, and she arches her back, pressing my hands into her chest. I pinch one, using my thumb and pointer finger, rolling it to soothe the slight pain before doing it again. I work the other in the same manner, watching how she reacts to me and realizing she could come from nipple play alone, something new that’s come along with what I’m assuming is her pregnancy.
“Need inside you.” I take one hand away from her breast, trailing the tips of my fingers down the center of her chest, abdomen, and then her mound.
“Yes, please,” Romy begs. I sink two fingers inside her, her walls clamping around me. Motherfucker, there’s no way I’m going to last after watching her come, seeing her like this, and how she’s pulsing already.
“You want my fingers or my cock, beautiful?” I ask, moving in and out, pressing my thumb on her clit. I keep it there. The way she’s rocking her body and going after what she wants, this is all I need or want to do. Romy doesn’t answer. Instead, she lifts her feet up on the armrest, widening her thighs and lifting her ass up to get there.
“This, for now. It’s been so long, Vik.” Her voice is choppy, eyes opening, giving me that look I’ve always loved.