Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Thea releases my breast and burps before her eyes flutter closed and then open.
"Fuck." Octavio places his hand against my stomach, splaying it wide. His eyes shine with moisture, making tears well in my eyes too. He stays just like that for a second and then he picks me up around the waist and stands me on my feet before climbing to his.
"Where are we going?" I ask, laughing as he propels me gently down the hall, determination in his gaze. Thea's eyes flutter and then open wide before fluttering again. She's sleepy, but fighting it. I don't think she's going to last much longer before she's out again.
Octavio leads me into the nursery.
"Stay right there," he murmurs and then takes Thea from me.
She fusses for a split second and then cuddles up against his chest with a small grunt. I swear, she clings to her daddy like I do sometimes. We both want to be as close to him as possible, as often as possible. Lucky for both of us, close to him is exactly where he likes us to be. Not a day goes by when he doesn't seek us out and put us in his lap to hold both of us.
I quickly fix my bra, watching in amusement as he lays her down in her bassinet and then turns the knob on her mobile to distract her. As soon as her sleepy gazes drifts to the mobile, he grabs me around the waist and lifts me into his arms, turning on her baby monitor as he carries me out of the room.
I laugh, locking my legs around his waist. We don't even make it out of the nursery before his mouth is on mine. He carries me out into the hall, gripping my ass in his hands to grind me against his erection.
"You have court," I remind him as he yanks my robe off and then starts working on the front clasp of my bra, trying to get it off.
"Fuck court," he snarls against my throat, pushing me up against the wall.
I moan, shoving my hands into his hair and pulling. God, I love when he's so turned on he can't keep his hands off me. Not once over the years have I ever worried that he didn't want me or find me attractive. He's on me every chance he gets, making love to me again and again and again.
He growls, grinding me down on him again when I push his sweats down with my foot, freeing his erection. He finally manages to get my bra off and buries his face between my breasts, groaning.
"Mierda. I hope these get even bigger, little bunny," he mumbles. "I love them."
"I know," I say, laughing quietly. He tells me all the time how perfect they are. "Octavio?"
"Yes, conejita?"
"Please get in me. Te necesito."
"You have me." He nips my skin, pinning me to the wall with his body so he can pull my panties to the side. They're wet for him. They were the second he started kissing on my neck.
"Octavio!" I cry out, clawing at his shoulders as he thrusts two fingers inside me and grinds the heel of his hand against my clit at the same time.
"Shh, bebé," he murmurs, not stopping. "I can't make you come if you wake up Thea."
"Then take me to the bedroom."
"No. I want you here. Now come for me so I can give you what you really want, little angel." He pumps his fingers in and out of me, curling them to strike against my g-spot. I swear, he knows my body better than I do. Knows just how to get me there. He grinds his hand against my clit again, rubbing my g-spot at the same time.
I sink my teeth into his shoulder to stifle my cries as I come apart at the seams for him. Waves of pleasure crest and then break, crashing over me.
"Da me lo, conejita," he growls, working me through it. "Give it to me."
I moan and tremble, my body pulsing with pleasure.
"That's it," he croons. "Dios, Faith. I love watching you come for me. Knowing you're pregnant again has me so hard. I need in you."
"Yes."
He lifts me up and then sinks into my slowly, his eyes locked on my face. He looks so fierce, so handsome. I don't know how he keeps getting hotter, but he does. At thirty-nine, his body is still perfect. His discipline never ceases to amaze me. Lord knows, I don't have that kind of discipline. I love chocolate too much. He always gives it to me too. I think he keeps chocolate on him just so he can give it to me.
"Te amo, mi amor," I whisper, writhing against the wall as he makes love to me.
He lifts me up and then drops me down on him again and again.