Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
She begins to scream my name as her orgasm takes over, her body shaking but I manage to cover her mouth with my hand. I fuck into her harder and harder until my own desires are sated. No one hears my good girl's pleasures but me. No one. Pulling out of her, I watch my cum fall from her pussy to her ass. I can’t help but to stick it back in wishing I could breed her again, but we have plenty of time for that. So instead, I hold my hand out and help her up, kissing her lips, softly.
“Are you alright, baby?” She nods her head.
“Yeah I’m okay.” She kisses me first and I moan pulling her by her neck making it a bit more aggressive before placing my forehead on hers.
Helping to put her clothes back in place, I stand her in front of me and look her in her eyes. “From this moment forward, you are with me every fucking day. You and my child are going to be my responsibility, my family, my future.”
“Royce, I don’t think…” I don’t know what she is going to say, but right now is not the time.
“Not now, Mari. Right now we are going to go out there, enjoy some food, I am going to introduce you to my mom, then you are coming home with me where I can fuck you like I want to and sleep with you in my arms. Got it?” Her face turns fifty shades of red and it makes my prick happy. “Say yes, baby.” I see her mind spinning but then she looks at me and gives me a smile.
“Okay Royce.” Thank fuck. Now I just need a plan for forever.
CHAPTER 8
MARI
The dinner was fun especially with the old-time reenactors and the food was amazing. Royce doted on me all night making sure I ate, walking me to and from the restroom. It was almost like he thought I would disappear, not like I didn't give it some thought.
The four of us, Mila, Jacob, Royce, and myself, we had a blast and for once it felt nice to be a part of something. At the end of the night, once everyone else had left and I convinced Mila that I was alright leaving with Royce, he brought me to his mom and introduced me as his woman and the mother of his unborn child. My heart broke because I haven’t had a chance to tell him about the adoption.
“Are you warm enough?” he asks, now that we are in his house, in his room. He has slowly been undressing me and himself, kissing me in between.
“Yeah.” I can’t bring myself to look at him right now.
“Hey, it’s just us now. Talk to me.” he implores, lifting my chin. I am trying to stop the tears, but it is no use. “Fuck. I need you to stop that shit right now, Mari. Those tears are fucking with my head.” He says, turning away from me not able to handle my sadness.
“I’m sorry it's just that you’re so happy about the baby but I’m not keeping it.” I barely get that out before I am sobbing like a mess. His body tenses up and then he steps back from me.
“What the hell are you saying to me right now?” Suddenly I feel cold and alone. Wrapping my arms around me, I hiccup my way through the explanation.
“I am giving the baby up for adoption.” He looks at me like I have committed treason. “I can’t raise this baby alone, Royce. I have to leave this town and…”
“And you’re going to fucking do it with my child in your arms, my ring on your finger and me by your side. Like hell you are giving my baby away.” He says it with such finality like it is as easy as breathing. Momentarily stunned, I don't move when he walks back to me and pulls my top over my head. “My woman. My baby. My family,” he growls in my ear before his mouth touches mine and his tongue slides in.
“Royce…” I try talking but he simply pulls my mouth back to his while his hands roam over my nipples, tugging and pinching them.
“Nothing left to say baby. We are going to be a family and raise our child together. Now lift your ass so I can get these fucking jeans off.” I am so horny right now that all logic has left my mind.
We fumble our way to getting naked and when finally it is accomplished the anticipation is monumental. “Spread your legs, good girl.” I do what he tells me. I am so achy for him I would do anything.
When my legs are open, he growls and runs his fingers through my slit. Whimpering, I call his name like a prayer. He brings his hand to his mouth and licks it, and I can't help whining his name again. “Royce.”