Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Good.” While I was fucking her, I should be the only thing she saw. Climbing on my oversized king bed, my hips spread her thighs while I stroked my cock and stared at her. Pale skin tinged pink from exertion, perfect tits, and a slightly rounded belly. It was a beautiful fucking sight, and I pushed the tip of my cock against her cunt, rubbing it up and down against her clit.
“Fuck,” she grunted and rolled her hips. “Fuck. Yes.” Her eyes slid closed, and I stopped moving.
“Mo.” Her eyes opened again, and I smiled. “That’s better.”
In response, Mo dug her heels into the top of my ass and pressed hard, trying to fuck me the way she wanted to be fucked. I gripped her hips to hold her in place, and I gave her what she needed, what I knew she needed. A good hard fuck.
My cock was painfully swollen as I pumped into her, harder and faster. Sweat dripped down my body as I chased my own fucking demons.
Mo’s turquoise blue eyes stared at me, maybe through me, intense as fuck, which kept me trapped in her gaze as my dick sank deep and pulled out while she clenched around me and flooded my cock until my balls were soaked.
“Jas,” she moaned so quietly I wasn’t sure I actually heard her.
Her body jerked, and her cunt clamped down hard around me, yanking my orgasm from my body just as hers erupted.
“Fuck, Mo.” Her pussy was so tight as it sucked my cock. I couldn’t stop moving, pumping so her body ate my whole cock until I trembled and growled out my pleasure.
She came and came, pleasure and honey dripping between us until Mo was completely, beautifully spent. Her body went slack even as her chest heaved, her tits jiggling slightly under the effort, and goddammit, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t look away.
She was fucking beautiful. How had I never noticed before?
It didn’t matter. I didn’t have time for whatever the fuck this was. Feelings and me, we didn’t spend time in the same fucking room.
Not now. Not ever.
I rolled off Mo and stalked to the shower.
I had shit to do.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Mo
I woke up after that purge fuck with Jasper feeling deliciously sore in all the right places. My thighs ached from the harsh twitch of my orgasm, my swollen belly hurt under the baby, and my pussy was beautifully used. Well used as it always was after a fuck session with Jasper.
It was the first time in months I’d woken up with a smile on my face, despite the low-level morning sickness that kept me lying on my back.
I felt good. Oddly good, considering I was only waking up in Jasper’s bed because he wanted to protect me. Or he didn’t trust me, I didn’t know which.
Despite that, everything would be fine. I didn’t survive the hell of my childhood or life on the fucking street, making my way across the country, learning how to thrive in the sex industry for it all to go to shit now.
I sat up slowly and gave myself a mental pep talk as my hand landed on the empty—and cold—side of the bed.
I didn’t hold out hope that Jasper would suddenly realize that he loved me back. Even though that was what my heart wanted.
To Jasper, we were nothing more than two ships frequently passing in the night for a hard fuck and a couple of orgasms. Two people who worked together. Boss and employee.
It was just too fucking bad that I was crazy in love with him. But, that was my problem, not his, and it was one I could deal with. Loving a man like Jasper wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever done. It would probably make me sad and bitter, but I’d still end up standing. I’d work and take care of my baby and be the best goddamn mother the world had ever seen.
Yeah, that’s a good plan.
I could admit that I wanted Jasper for more than an incredible fuck. I wanted him for everything. Love and sex, domestic shit, and exciting gangster stuff. He was a formidable man. Tall, dark, handsome. And a whole lot of great sex.
Single motherhood wouldn’t be so bad, not in a huge penthouse. Maybe I’d even get a housekeeper and a cook. And a nanny and the sexiest MILF wardrobe money could buy. That cold hard cash was the only comfort the baby and I would get from Jasper, but holy fuck would it keep us warm at night.
That thought lifted me up off the bed and into the bathroom, where I stepped into a hot shower to wash off the deliciously masculine scent of Jasper mixed with my own scent of sex.
As his scent faded, I grew more resigned to my fate as an obscenely wealthy single mom because I knew Jasper and Sadie wouldn’t let me go without.