Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Where are you going?” I squeaked, unsure what to do now.
Should I tell him to put me down? Just go with it?
Before I could contemplate what to say, he walked with me into the kitchen, and sat me down on the dining room table.
The stupid China dishes, as well as the cutlery and crystal wine glasses that my mother always kept on the dining room table, clinked.
Before I could do anything, he took his arm and swept all of it further up the table.
A wine glass fell off the side and shattered on the floor, as well as one of my mother’s most precious pieces of cutlery.
The stuff on the table cost more than some people made in months, yet when a plate fell off to the floor and shattered right along with the crystal wine glass, I couldn’t find it in me to care.
My eyes stayed glued on the man standing in front of me now, his eyes an intense shade of blue.
So freakin’ blue.
His eyes had always been captivating.
Pairing that with his black hair, and now his beard? The man was pure devastation on my heart.
“I want to shatter every single one of those plates later,” he told me. “But for now, I just want to fuck you.”
And that was when he placed the butt plug he’d been fucking me with in the ass up on top of one of the candelabras.
I started to giggle, but that giggle was quickly lost the moment he caught me by the hips and pulled me to rest just on the edge of the table.
I was at the perfect height.
The. Perfect. Height.
His still covered cock pressed up against my pussy, and my eyes locked with his.
“I want you.”
I looked down at where his hand reached between us, for his belt, and moaned.
My belly was slightly protruding in this position, and moments after he got his belt undone, the soft leather rested against where our babies lay.
He paused, bringing his palm up and resting it there.
Slowly my eyes moved to his face, and I tilted my head in question at the emotion I saw there.
But before I could question him on it, he started to unbutton, then unzip, his pants.
I nearly moaned when I saw his bulging cock poke out of the gap in his jeans.
I did moan when he pushed everything off at once, and his cock came out and slapped against my pussy.
Automatically, I went back to my elbows and watched him down the length of my body.
Watching and waiting, I nearly quivered in anticipation.
He didn’t disappoint me, either.
His eyes went up to catch mine, then he started to pump his cock in his fist.
His hand was big, sure, but his dick was big, too.
I wondered if ladies thought about how big he was when he had his fingers inside of them during an exam.
Poor things didn’t know what they were missing.
It was an odd feeling, thinking about Reed’s fingers being inside of other women. But I wasn’t jealous.
Awed, was more like it.
He’d always had a plan, and though I’d come into his life and changed that plan up slightly, he’d still been able to accomplish his dream.
“What are you thinking about?” he growled, bringing my attention back to him.
I licked my lips and said, “You and your fingers inside of other women.”
He pressed his cock to my entrance, and my eyes stayed locked to his as he began to push inside.
“Never gotten another woman pregnant before.” He paused, his eyes trained on me. “Never wanted to, really. Then again, you’d have to do things like putting things besides your fingers inside other women for that to happen.”
“You’ve been…”
I couldn’t even say it.
The thought was preposterous.
“You’re not the only one that hasn’t had it in a while, let’s say that,” he admitted, pulling out his cock nearly all the way before pressing back inside.
I cleared my throat and tried to regain my composure, but all I could think about was the fact that he’d just practically admitted that he’d been celibate for twelve years just like I had.
Holy. Shit.
Was that normal?
I had tried, one and only one time, to do the deed with someone else. And the moment the man’s hand had cupped my boob, and his cock had pressed against my flesh, I’d recoiled.
It’d felt so utterly wrong that I’d nearly run from the room before I was even dressed.
But hearing that Reed hadn’t been whoring around, either, well…that was just fucking awesome.
I wanted to cry, but soon his cock was all the way inside of me, and my thoughts turned elsewhere.
I didn’t believe him for one freakin’ second…but it didn’t matter. I’d never bring it up again. Never.
“You tensed up,” he said, smoothing one palm down my back.
“You’re lying,” I whispered almost soundlessly.
He knew immediately that I didn’t believe him.