Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I say and as significant as this moment is, I find myself smiling, close to laughter.
She moves under me, shifting her body slightly, causing me to sink even deeper into her, my shaft moving fluidly against the side of her honeyed walls—giving me a taste of heaven with a little bit of hell. I need to fuck her hard, but I want to give her time.
“I’m not feeling pain, Cooper. I need more,” she pleads.
Tentatively at first, I withdraw from her body. Her pussy sucks my shaft, the sound exquisite to my ears. When I’ve almost withdrawn, I plunge back inside, going deeper, thrusting harder.
“Jesus,” I groan, never having experienced pleasure this intense before.
“Take me, Cooper. Take me,” she urges, her nails biting into my back, scraping into the skin as I fuck her hard and slow, memorizing every second with her.
“I am, baby. I’m taking every fucking inch of this pussy, carving my cock in it, tunneling in it so that it’s shaped to accept my dick and only mine.”
“Yes!” she gasps. I lean down to suck her nipple into my mouth, biting down on the hard, little nub, pulling and teasing on it. Jo’s body jerks and trembles beneath me, her pussy impossibly wet. Her walls flutter against my cock. She’s so close to coming, I can tell, and I’m not far behind her.
“This is my pussy now, Jo. All mine,” I growl, fucking her harder, pushing in and out of her tight little cunt. “I own it now.”
“Cooper, more…” she begs, her head falling back against the mattress.
“Look at me, Jo.”
“I… I… I’m going to come, Cooper.”
“Only when you’re looking at me, Jo. I want to see your face when you come, baby. I want to see your face when I plant my baby inside of you.”
She drags her gaze back to me, her eyes hazy in appearance, filled with desire. I take my fingers and reach down between us, rubbing her hard clit as I fuck her.
“Who does this pussy belong to, Jo?”
“You, Cooper,” she says, her body tilting up to meet my thrusts as we move together.
“That’s right, baby, and you’re going to give it to me any time I want it, aren’t you, Jo? You’re going to offer up this little pussy and beg me to fuck you any fucking time I need you.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“That’s my girl…” I groan, pinching her clit, and then thrusting deeply inside of her.
“I’m coming,” she cries out and I watch her face as her orgasm takes over.
“That’s it, baby, keep your eyes on me, watch me as I fill you up with my cum,” I demand, fucking her harder and harder.
I can feel her orgasm move through her, the climax so intense that it triggers my own. I groan out her name as jet after jet of cum pours from me, painting her womb with my seed.
“Give me your baby, Cooper,” Jo cries, pulling my hair, demanding I kiss her.
Damn, those words do something to me, have this primal instinct rising up. I want to plant my seed in her, make her take it all, have it take root. I want to knock her up, to get her big and swollen with my baby.
Our lips collide roughly, teeth clashing as our tongues fight and mate with one another, just like our bodies.
As I ride out the storm we’ve created I have to admit, I may have told Jo that I own her body now, but the simple truth is just the opposite.
She owns me.
Chapter Seventeen
Jo
Six weeks later
I knew it could happen. I wasn’t stupid in thinking having unprotected sex with Cooper couldn’t result in this outcome, but after only the first time? My first time?
I bounce my leg, my nerves running high, my palms sweaty. Everything in me feels like it’ll combust. I left the gym a couple hours ago, went straight to the drugstore, picked up the three different pregnancy tests, and now I’m back at my place waiting for the outcome that will forever change my life.
Cooper’s as well.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve had little symptoms that, at first, I attributed to my period about to start. Sore breasts, cramping, even a touch of nausea that I thought was from the Indian food Cooper and I had eaten the previous night.
I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the open doorway to my bathroom, seeing the three pregnancy tests lined up on the counter. I know Cooper said he wanted this, but will he still feel the same way if it turns out I’m pregnant?
This is the longest three minutes of my life, as I wait for the results to process.
But the truth is, I am pretty sure I am pregnant with Cooper’s baby. It isn’t like we used any kind of protection. And Cooper’s appetite for me is insatiable. I blush as I think about how much he wants me, how much he acts like he can’t control himself around me.