Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“We gave them my email address to send the results.”
Fuck, between Christmas and all the Lange shit, he forgot about that.
“I read the email this morning.”
“Guess we’re good to go?”
“Yes.” She rose slowly, until the head of his dick was barely inside her.
“Ain’t the only reason to wear a wrap, baby,” he reminded her.
She slowly slid back down his length, then ground once more against him, making it hard for him to concentrate on her words. “You never asked because we were wearing condoms and I thought it was smart to continue, but… Merry belated Christmas. I’ve been on birth control since right after Daisy was done nursing.”
He dug his fingers into her hips, holding her still, and pulled his head back to get a good look at her face. “Baby, it’s more than that, it’s…”
“I know. You got burned.” She cupped his cheek. “I trust you, Judge. One hundred percent. Do you trust me?”
He stared at the woman on his lap. The one he was considering taking as his ol’ lady. The one he wanted to get a place together with. The one he wanted to build a life with.
He couldn’t do that without trusting her.
He needed to trust her in this. To trust her in all things. They had nothing without it.
And he wanted something with her.
For fuck’s sake, he wanted everything with her.
Maybe even babies.
Christ. He closed his eyes for a minute. That last thought had been totally unexpected.
Fingers sliding over his cheek and down his beard made him open his eyes. Made him see the woman he was connected to. And not just because she was currently sitting on his dick.
“Yeah, baby, I trust you.” That came out a lot easier than he thought it would.
“You sure? Because you look a little pale.” She grinned at him, then circled her hips.
“Just a little? Pretty fuckin’ dead right now.”
She dropped her forehead to his chest and her body shook against him. When she lifted her head, she said, “Well, you are pretty stiff.”
He thrust his hips up. “Everythin’ about you makes me fuckin’ hard.”
“I love everything about you, too.” With that, she began to move again, drawing him in and out of her wet heat, her pussy pulsing around him.
Wait. She fucking just dropped that bomb and then continued like the world just didn’t tilt on its axis? Like it was something she casually said to him every fucking day?
He needed to add that conversation to his ever-growing list of discussions.
Right now, he wanted to fuck, not talk. His thoughts would be a lot clearer when her pussy wasn’t squeezing his dick.
He sat back against the headboard and watched as her beaded nipples lifted and fell behind the slippery blue fabric. He bet that sensation turned her on even more. Ripping the clip from the top of her head, he let her hair fall around her shoulders and over her tits. He grabbed a handful and tugged her head back, exposing the curve of her throat.
When he latched on and sucked her heated skin hard, her whimper rose up her throat and vibrated against his lips. He scraped his teeth along her pounding pulse, along her jaw and pressed his lips to her ear. “Gonna come, baby. Need you to come soon.”
He wasn’t lying that he was about to blow. Yeah, it was way too quick, but they had all fucking night.
This first time he’d consider a warm-up. Especially now with no wrap and just the two of them. Nothing between them except that sexy nightie.
That was fucking hot as fuck.
But no wrap also made it harder to keep from coming. Even though this was supposed to be his gift, he didn’t want to leave her in his dust.
The thought of coming inside her didn’t help the pressure that was building, the tightening of his balls and the urge to fill her completely. To know, when she was sleeping beside him, she’d still hold a part of him inside her.
It was crazy. He’d never had that need before. But in his mind, it was another step toward making her his, including her permanently in his life.
She would belong to him and he to her. Because going without a wrap, birth control or not, meant neither of them would be with anyone else.
Only one damn obstacle remained.
Her slamming herself down on his cock and muffling her cries by pressing her mouth into his shoulder, drew him out of the thoughts that had helped delay his own orgasm until she got hers.
Once she melted against him, her ragged breath hot and damp against his skin, he flipped her over, buried himself between her soft thighs and drove hard and fast into her, quickly chasing what she had achieved.
“Givin’ you my cum.” He grunted into her hair as he powered deep one last time and held, spilling inside her, his pounding heart skipping a beat.