Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She reaches the waistband of my pants and tugs them down to my thighs.
I’m already hard and oozing precum. She licks her lips at the sight. She leans down and takes the tip in her mouth, making a soft hum of approval.
The vibration shoots through my cock, and I tense, thrusting further than I meant to. But she moans around my length as he goes deeper into the soft, wet heaven that is her mouth.
I utter a stream of profanities at what I’m seeing. “I love seeing your lips stretched around my cock.”
She presses her nails into my thighs as I work her pretty mouth, pumping my hips.
When I’m at the edge, I yank her onto my lap. “I haven’t earned it yet. I don’t get to come down your throat until your stomach is swollen with my baby.”
She whimpers. “Make me pregnant.”
I position her legs on either side of my hips, yanking her panties to the side. She thinks she’s big. She thinks her curves are too much. But she’s so damn small that it’s easy for me to maneuver her.
I wedge myself between her thighs, sliding into her tight channel. I groan my approval when I realize that sucking me off has made her so damn wet.
“I’m breeding you today. Take my come like a good girl,” I insist, thrusting with each word.
She whimpers, and my tongue plunders her mouth. It’s mimicking what my cock is doing to her, thrusting deep into her warmth.
Her hands are on my shoulders, her nails digging into the soft flesh. She’s moaning and crying out. She breaks the kiss long enough to whisper my name. “More, I need more.”
I thrust twice more, careful not to give her the friction she’s seeking. I’m working her, squeezing her ass cheeks between my big hands. “Who’s breeding you?”
“You are!” She cries in desperation.
“Damn straight,” I tell her and circle her clit.
She comes with a cry of ecstasy so loud every person on the farm knows my girl is getting fucked. She squeezes me tight, dragging my orgasm from me. I release every bit of my come into her as she collapses against my chest.
I pull her into my arms and tuck her underneath my chin. I love these moments after we’ve made love when she curls up in my arms and lets me hold her close.
She looks up at me, her hair tickling my face. “I really hope I can give you a baby soon.”
“You will,” I reassure her. If I have my way, my woman will be carrying my kid before the week is up. “Then we’re going to spend the rest of our days right here on the farm, having little ones and raising them together.”
Chapter 16
Dotty
“Ithink it’s her,” the teenage girl says and aims her phone at me. I don’t have to hear an audible click to know she’s snapped a photo of me. This is the part of becoming Zac’s girlfriend that I wasn’t prepared for.
I resist the urge to check my hair or makeup right here in the Nashville airport. Instead, I remind myself that Zac likes me the way I am. He flew into the city yesterday for a string of promotional appearances.
I’ve arrived and the two of us are supposed to meet up tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll attend an award ceremony. He’s been nominated for three different categories, and I hope he gets all of them. He’s worked so hard to get where he is and learning about his history only made me more protective over him.
After I grab my bags from the luggage carousel, I glance around. I spot a short woman wearing black heels and a navy power suit. Her hair is perfectly held together in a bun and her lipstick is fire-engine red. She holds a sign with my name on it, and the moment our eyes connect, she grins. The expression softens her for a moment, giving me a glimpse at the woman who manages some of Nashville’s most talented acts.
“That’s me,” I say as someone else snaps a photo of me. “It’s been a crazy day.”
She takes my rolling case with ease and jerks her head toward the exit sign. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t know about that,” I mutter as I hurry to catch up with her. She’s barely taller than me but she strides fast for a woman wearing heels.
I follow her to the waiting limo, disappointed when Zac isn’t inside. I try to keep my expression neutral but Thea notices. She gives me a sympathetic look. “He’s busy today. That’s why he sent me to look after you.”
I paste a bright smile on my face. “Thanks, but you don’t have to. I’m sure I can find something to do in Nashville by myself.”
She reaches for a bottle of champagne, uncorking it. “You don’t understand. I’ve been dying to meet the woman who hit Zac with her car.”