Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
He said something so softly, that I had to move closer and ask him to repeat himself.
“I said I don’t want her to be disappointed in me. How I’ve lived my life,” he answered roughly.
I glanced at the ceiling to make sure the roof wasn’t caving in. Had I hear him right?
“Sterling…” I started. “You’re in the Navy. You’re a freakin’ SEAL. You’re a mother lovin’ hero. Why wouldn’t she be proud of you?”
He shrugged, and I finally saw the vulnerability in his actions.
His words.
“Honey, she’ll love you,” I told him.
And if she didn’t, I’d kill her.
What was another ten years?
Okay, maybe it wouldn’t be just ten years this time. Second offenses usually weren’t looked upon too openly.
Maybe I’d just beat her up.
Kick her ass some, and let her know what she’d lost by acting like an ass and not loving her son like he deserved.
Then again, I kind of felt that way about her already.
I would’ve gone through hell to keep my child.
Which, in essence, might have been what she’d done to keep him safe.
Shit, now I couldn’t be mad at her.
“What’s that look on your face for?” Sterling asked suspiciously.
I shrugged, moving from my seat and walking to him.
He opened his arms, and I face planted into his muscular chest, rubbing my face between his pectorals.
“That’s kind of like motorboating…” he observed.
I laughed and lifted my hands to place both of my hands on his pecs.
They were so well defined that I could practically bounce a quarter off them.
And don’t even get me started on his freakin’ abs.
Those were just ungodly perfect.
“What are you thinking about?” Sterling asked, his hand moving up until it wrapped around my throat.
His fingers came to a stop at the frantic pounding of my pulse at the base of my jaw, and I closed my eyes as Sterling realized what he was doing to me.
“You have a way that really calls to every primal level of me,” he said, backing me up until my ass met the kitchen table.
I could do nothing but lay back on it as he continued to push me forward until my back bowed over the table.
His hand was still at my neck, and my eyes fluttered closed as I felt the raw power of everything that was Sterling.
His hand tightened slightly as his fingers started to trail along the hem of my tiny shorts that I’d thrown on this morning.
His fingers dipped underneath them, and he realized rather quickly that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath since he met skin and slickness.
I shaved everything that I could from my shoulders down.
It sucked major ass not to shave whenever I wanted to, and the moment I was able to, I shaved absolutely everything, and kept it cleaned so I didn’t have a single prickly spot on my body.
It’s pure torture to be dictated on what you can and can’t do grooming wise.
But what was more torturous was the way Sterling’s tongue licked along the seam of my lips, making them part to his tongue like the wanton slut I was.
Our hands became tangled as we started to remove the other’s clothes.
He started with my shirt, pleasantly surprised to see my breasts exposed the moment my shirt was free of my shoulders.
The next thing to go was Sterling’s belt.
His gun that was at the small of his back was placed on the table, caught before it could tumble to the floor in my exuberance.
The next thing to go was his skintight black t-shirt, followed shortly by my shorts.
I hissed when my overheated pussy met the cool laminate of my breakfast table, and I made a mental note to get some bleach spray and wipe it down later.
But that thought got lost in the bombard of pure perfection when Sterling leaned forward and pulled my nipple into his hungry mouth.
He sucked hard, pulling so ravenously at my nipple that I cried out in a little bit of pain and a lot of excitement.
Pleasure started to rocket through my system as I shook with each hard pull of his mouth.
My hands found his hair as I fell backwards, and he came with me, staying connected with me all the way down.
Once my back hit the cool table, he let go of my nipple with a pop, and placed small, wet kisses all the way down to my eager pussy.
Once he reached the top of my slit, he turned his eyes up to me, placed both hands firmly on my hips, and slowly started to lap at my clit.
My eyes rolled back in my head as his talented tongue showed me everything he could do.
My knees came up on their own volition, coming to a rest on the very edge of the table as my hands went back down to his hair, holding on for dear life.
Each lash of his tongue had my hips jolting upwards, but Sterling’s strong grip on my hips had me holding steady even when I didn’t want to.
“Fuck,” I said, somewhat breathily.
Okay, a whole lot breathily.
I sounded like a fucking freight train billowing steam as my orgasm started to rush at me like a freakin’ wrecking ball bursting through a flimsy falling down building.
And the moment he thrust two strong, thick fingers into my wet heat, I detonated, exploding into a million tiny pieces and screaming his name at the top of my lungs.
“Sterling!” I shrieked.
He chuckled darkly against the lips of my sex, and before I could even blink, he was there.
Pulling his pants down in jerky yanks, shoving his underwear down far enough that his cock and balls fell free, and lined himself up with my entrance.
I pulled my knees back, giving him an unhindered view of what he was about to have, and he growled. An evil smirk tilted up the corner of his mouth just before he slammed inside of me.
My eyes fell shut and I lost the grip on my thighs as my hands came down to the lip of the table while I held on for dear life.