Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“I’m too heavy for this,” she yelps.
“In what universe?” She doesn’t even feel pregnant. What’s urgent is my need to be inside of her. My cock’s so hard it might break off. “Get the door,” I order.
Her eyes widen at the terseness in my words.
“Baby,” I say by way of apology, “it’s been five months since my cock has had any attention from anything but my hand.”
“Really?”
“Fuck yeah.” I’m almost offended. “I’ve been looking for you for the last five months.“
“Oh.”
I shoulder the door open and set her feet on the floor.
“I thought we were going to—“
“I’ve got to drink from the source first.” I drop to my knees, drag her leggings down, shove her legs apart and seal my mouth against her.
Her knees collapse and I shove my hand underneath her ass to hold her up. Her honey fills my mouth and coats my throat. I tongue her hard until she screams out my name. Only then do I rise, pull my aching cock out and thrust inside of her. Her pussy spasms around me, wet and scorching hot.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” I rasp. “Every night I’d think about being inside of you. I’d close my eyes and you’d be there. Your hot pussy clenching around me. Your heels digging into my ass. Your fingernails scraping down my back. Then I’d wake up hard and sweating and alone.”
She’s here now. She’s clinging to me, panting in my ear and I still feel like if I move the wrong way she’s going to disappear. I fuck her with an edge of desperation, as if this is the last time I can have her.
I drag my mouth along her jaw. There’s violence running through me. I want her to know in her bones that she can’t ever leave me again. “You’re mine now.” I vow this with every thrust. “That child inside of you is mine. Your body is mine. Your soul belongs to me. You better give me your heart, too, because I won’t let you go. “
Traces of her orgasm flutter against my cock as her body reacts to my possession.
“And you,” she gasps. “Where’s your heart?”
“It’s yours,” I growl. “It’s always been yours. I love you, Madeleine. I fucking love you, so come for me right now. Tell me you’re mine. Come on my dick and promise me you will not leave me.”
It’s an order; it’s a plea. It’s a promise. She goes over the cliff, crying out. I follow her. My cum explodes out of me, drenching her tight cunt. I come and come, spending five months’ worth of built-up spunk but I’m still not depleted. I lift her body into my arms and carry her over to the bed, still connected, always connected.
“I do love you,” I say, stroking a hand down her damp face.
She cries a little. From the passion? From the need? From the release? Maybe all of it. My own throat feels tight.
“I love you, too.”
“Then say it.” I need to hear it.
“I’ll never leave you, Oliver. Never.”
Who knew a word could make me come?
Chapter Seventeen
Madeleine
He takes my hand, leading me out of the hotel. The air smells different. The sun on my skin somehow feels nicer. Everything about today seems sweeter actually. A weight has been lifted off my shoulders and even though I’m carrying this little human inside me, I feel lighter today. The worry and sadness that has lingered with me the last five months isn’t as prevalent today. I snuggle into Oliver’s side, knowing everything is going to be okay. Our car pulls up but he doesn't wait for the driver to open the door. He does it himself, ushering me in before sliding in behind me.
“Do you want to go back to the condo or can we make a stop?” he asks me. I rest my head on his chest, loving that I now can do that.
“I don’t care where we go as long as I’m with you.” I’ve spent five months without him. I have plans to make up for lost time. He kisses the top of my head before rambling off an address to the driver. My eyes grow heavy as I relax into him more. I had no idea how much worry I’d been carrying around until Oliver picked it up and threw it out the window. His words of love and the knowledge that he’s been looking for me told me everything I needed to know.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I never should have run that night.” I peek up at him. “We lost months together because of me.”
“I should have told you we were more than one night for me.” He drops his head, his mouth brushing against mine. I lean up to close the space between us, kissing him. “I should have cuffed you.” That causes me to smile against his lips.