Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“You remember what we talked about earlier?” he asked. “When I came to get you?”
I licked my lips.
“About you wanting me pregnant?” I confirmed.
I wasn’t so sure about that.
I’d never thought of myself as mom material, but I’d do damn near anything for this man, even bear his children out of wedlock if he wanted me to.
“I want them,” he growled.
He lifted me slightly to reposition me over his cock, my breasts pressed to the cool metal, as he stood behind me.
“I’d do damn near anything to see you swollen with my child,” he murmured against my neck, lining his cock up to my entrance.
I bit my lip and looked at him over my shoulder.
The only light offered was from the motion-activated flood lights that were shining on his front yard, but it was just enough to allow me to see the veins in his hands throbbing. I could also see the determined expression on his face.
I closed my eyes when I felt that thick head pressing into me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pausing after he’d barely breached my entrance. “Forgot how tight you are.”
And then he sank inside, one slow inch at a time, until his balls were pressed against my skin.
I could feel the rasp of his pubic hair on my ass and legs, and I was panting with how full he made me feel.
And that’s about the time that I felt the first drip of cold sherbet slowly making its way down my exposed breasts.
I looked up to find him tilting the little plastic cup over my left breast.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
One drop hit my nipple and slid down. The next hit me along the outside of my breast, curling around it and rolling all the way down to my side.
The last fell between my breasts, traveling down my body, around my navel, and disappearing into my pubic hair.
I closed my eyes and swallowed.
I was just about to compose myself—somewhat—when I felt a cold drop hit my clit.
My eyes shot open, and I stared, open mouthed, at the man holding the container of sherbet right above my clit.
“Bet that tastes divine,” he growled, dropping his finger and swiping away all evidence of the melted dessert that was on the tip of my nipple.
My pussy contracted around his cock, causing him to groan.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, then forgot all about the ice cream as he reached to pull me closer.
The only problem with that was that he dropped the ice cream onto me, spilling the partially frozen dessert straight in my lap, making the cold, melted goodness spill all over the both of us directly where we were connected.
Did he care, though?
No.
Why?
Because he’d lost any semblance of control.
He took me like a man possessed.
At first, he allowed me to act like I had some say in the way he was fucking me. But soon he was controlling all my movements with his big hands that were clamped around my hips. He rocked me hard and fast on his cock. I just grabbed onto his forearms and dropped my head back to rest against his shoulder.
My breasts were flopping a bit uncomfortably with his rough movements, and to communicate this, I dug my nails into the muscles of his forearms.
But then he changed the angle and started to hit that spot.
The one that changed everything and made all the difference in the world.
The fat, engorged head of him tapped against it, fast at first, and then he slowed until the tip dragged over it with each thrust. Over and over and over again.
It was enough to cause something inside of me to change…there was this urge. One I’d never felt before, and I damn near exploded right out of my skin.
He snaked an arm around my waist to keep moving me while one of the hands that had been digging into my hips trailed over my belly. With his thumb and forefinger, he reached down and pinched my clit, sending me detonating into the next time zone.
If Evander had neighbors, I would’ve been worried.
My scream was loud and terrifying.
But the orgasm he gave me? So much more.
I clenched around him, pulsing and coaxing the same in return from him.
And I got it, too.
Moments later he came, his muscles contracting. His arms squeezed me tighter as his entire body grew rigid while he grunted out his release.
A release that I felt as it splashed inside of me, filling me up so full that I could’ve sworn that there was likely no more room inside of me.
“I think,” I panted, “That you broke me.”
He grunted something in reply, and then easily stood with me still impaled on him and hanging over his arms like some exhausted spider monkey.
Our bodies slid together, as our commingled releases—as well as the melted sherbet—coated both of our bodies.
“At least it’s not in my hair.”