Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Tonight, I planned to make love to her—planned to show her just how fucking much she meant to me.
I slowly worked my way down her body, taking in every breathless moan, whimper, and beg for more as I did so. She lightly squirmed beneath my lips and hands until I finally reached down and slipped a finger inside of her, finding her fucking soaked for me.
“So fucking wet,” I hummed against her belly.
I worked my finger in and out of her before I slid a second one in, watching as she slightly arched her back, her mouth opening on a silent cry for more. I pressed a light kiss to her belly where she was nurturing a beautiful baby before I moved between her legs.
I slipped my fingers out of her and popped them in my mouth, a wicked grin on my lips as I tasted her. “Fucking sweet, just like you.”
A blush tinted her cheeks. I gripped her thighs and held her legs spread open on the bed.
Then, my face was right where she wanted me.
“Axel!” she cried out. She tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled on the strands as she rode my face. It was so fucking hot that it took everything in me not to stroke myself as I got her off.
“Axel, please,” she whined when I kept backing off every time right when she was about to come.
I moved over her and pressed my lips to hers, allowing her to taste herself before I slid deep inside of her. She ripped her lips from mine as she cried out my name and clutched at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
I kept my pace slow and steady, watching as she came around me over and over. “I can’t take anymore,” she finally pleaded, her tired eyes meeting mine.
“Little bit longer, sweet girl. I’m so fucking close.”
I gripped the back of her knee and began to fuck her hard and fast. “Oh, fuck!” she cried out, her eyes shutting as she pressed her hands against the headboard, holding her body in place.
“Yes,” I praised her. “Fucking beautiful, sweet girl. Open your eyes,” I ordered.
She slowly slid her eyes open, that beautiful green color locking on my dark ones, sending me right over the fucking edge. “There she is. Come, Meghan.”
She arched her back off of the bed, her pussy milking my cock of every drop. Sweat trickled down her hairline, and I came hard inside of her, my heart pounding hard in my chest as I shouted her name.
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I looked up from my phone when Julian stepped into the hotel room. His eyes fell on Meghan who was sprawled out across the bed, her head on my chest with her arm thrown across my stomach, one of her legs draped over mine.
He smirked. “Got a taste of what she’s like when she’s pregnant?” he asked me quietly.
I laughed softly, nodding my head. “Her hormones turn her into a sex addict. She was fucking exhausted, and even after the countless times I made her come in bed, I still had to get her off in the shower.”
Julian laughed and dropped his bag on the floor. “I rushed over here as soon as everyone stopped hounding me, so I haven’t had a shower.”
I gestured in the general direction of his bag. “Bag is over there,” I told him. “Hurry back, because she misses you.”
He nodded and grabbed his bag before he disappeared into the bathroom. I looked back at my phone, reading over the chapter in my textbook.
School was never fucking ending these days.
“Stop reading so much,” Meghan mumbled sleepily. I looked down at her. She pushed my phone away, and I lost my grip on it. It hit the floor loudly, and I winced. That would definitely leave a crack on my phone screen. “You need sleep.”
I sighed. “Sweet girl, I need to pass my class, too,” I told her. I smoothed my hand over her hair. “And I’m pretty sure my phone is cracked now.”
She was silent for a moment, her body a little tense. I just quietly ran my hand up and down her back, letting her realize that I was okay. I wasn’t angry. I’d broken an absurd number of phones over the years. Another one honestly wasn’t a big deal.
“Sorry,” she finally whispered as her body relaxed.
I pressed my lips to the top of her head. “It’s fine, sweet girl.”
The bathroom door opened, and Julian stepped out in a pair of shorts. His hair was a mess, but he didn’t seem to give a fuck. Meghan aimed a sleepy smile in his direction. “Hi,” she breathed.
He made his way over to the bed and gripped her chin, drawing her lips up to his. “Hey, baby girl.”