Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
In the short time we’ve known each other, I’ve pictured this moment a thousand times. Played it on repeat in my head as some way to ready my body for our first time together.
But there was no preparation for how fucking amazing she felt engulfing me. It’s like the first lick of ice cream on a hot summer’s day. That smell of flowers in the springtime when the ice thaws. Fuck, it’s all those pretty things and so much better all at once.
Maybe I’m the one who’s falling in love.
Olivia digs her free hand into my chest, bundling my shirt in a tight fist as she adjusts to my size, expanding her entrance. She sucks in short, deep breaths, taking her time to move lower. And where I want to bask in the beauty of this moment, stay here with the beautiful thoughts she inspires inside me, her movements aren’t doing me any favors.
Every inch she sinks tickles my brain and pushes me closer to the edge of primal savagery. And like my ancestors of old, it’s crying out for the only important thing in this life:
Mate. Multiply. Flood this world with your offspring.
I start trailing kisses up her chest and into the crook of her neck as she finds the confidence to take me in deeper. Peppering more pecks up her damp flesh, my kisses stop against her earlobe, and I suck it into my mouth to a giddy ah from Olivia.
“You’re mine now, Olivia.” I snarl as every muscle in my body tightens, threatening sweet release. “And I don’t like to share.”
Her big eyes roll to the back of her head as she speaks. “Yours. All yours.”
Getting used to my size, Olivia starts rocking her hips back and forth. Still slow, taking her time and not rushing into anything. But the more I speak, the deeper she sinks into my pit of depravity.
“My woman. My Goddess.” For the first time since she dropped onto me, I start moving my body in time with hers. I slide my hands onto her hips, replacing the rocking with the first slow thrust. Pulling nearly all the way out before sliding inch by glorious inch back inside her gooey core.
“The mother of my children.” I’ve gotta tell her at some point, right? Why not when I’m about to make this dream come true?
She squeals delightedly at my last utterance and clasps my face with both hands. From eye rolling to a deeply giddy stare, with a beaming smile, Olivia asks, “Are you serious?”
“More than you could realize.” I can’t muster the same excitement while fighting the urge to lose control.
“Then do it.” She drops her face to mine and starts kissing me. “Fuck me. Spill your come into me. Fill me up and make me yours.”
Hearing her say the words I’m so desperate to hear, I can’t hold back anymore. I tighten my grip on her, and though I try to keep the first few thrusts in the same timid rhythm as my first, they’re quickly replaced by our bodies slamming violently against one another.
“Claimed.” My pace increases, and the sound of our flesh slapping sends me into blind obedience to fill her to the brim.
“Fucked.” The second word brings me right to the edge of orgasm. It’s a miracle I’ve lasted this long.
“Impregnated.” My final word trails off into a monumental roar that echoes throughout the apartment. And the same coil spring that formed and began its tightening the first night we spent together releases in an explosion of my seed shooting inside Olivia.
“Oh fuck, it’s so hot. It feels so good inside me,” Olivia mutters, still gyrating her hips over my cock and extracting every ounce of pleasure she can take from me.
When she’s satisfied and no doubt exhausted from exploding on top of me a handful of times, Olivia crumbles forward and kisses me. It’s a gentle, tender surprise. Starkly contrasting against the feral creature who initiated this dance of delights.
She parts from our kiss to rest her head against my chest, not once making any effort to remove my cock from her depths. Every now and then, an involuntary flex makes her jump and yelp the cutest sound I’ve ever fucking heard.
It doesn’t take long for Olivia to fall asleep in my arms, with her head resting over my heart. And as I feel the gentle lull of slumber beckoning me closer, all I can do is smile.
For the first time in my life, I feel happy. Truly happy.
It’s all her fault.
And I never want it to end.
8
OLIVIA
Ikeep rubbing my tummy as if the seed has already started growing. It’s been a few days since that glorious moment Victor and I shared, and I can’t stop thinking about it.
Claimed. Fucked. Impregnated.
I can’t fault him. The man knows what he wants, and I’m over the moon that it’s me he wants to do it with.