Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
He lowered himself between her thighs. He blew lightly across her exposed pussy. She whimpered and tried to force his head closer with her hands still in his hair. Chris resisted even though it was torture for both of them.
"Who does this baby belong to?"
"You," she whispered.
He moved lower, nuzzling her mound, "Who?" he demanded again.
"Oh, God," she cried, trying to get her clit somewhere in the vicinity of his mouth. "You. It's your baby, Chris."
He let her strain at her efforts for a bit before sealing his mouth over her tight bud. He sucked and swirled and loved the little button, stopping only occasionally to lap up the sweetness that seeped out of her aching hole.
When she was on the edge, trembling and grasping at him, he stopped and moved over her. During his oral assault he'd freed his cock, though somehow she hadn’t noticed. "Put your legs around me," he ordered and she immediately wrapped herself around his waist. He took his cock in hand and rubbed the head up and down her wet seam. She thrashed and tried to pull him in.
"Who do you and the baby belong to?"
"You," she cried out, her voice breaking.
He slipped the head into her tight entrance, just enough to tease her into madness. "Who do you and the baby belong to?" he demanded again.
"Oh, please," she begged. "Oh, God, please. Please, Chris. We belong to you. Oh, God we belong to you."
He drove into her hard and her muscles clenched around him, already in the throes of the orgasm he'd been dangling in front of her for the last few minutes.
"We belong to you!" she screamed as she came on his shaft, and that beautiful declaration sent him over the edge with her, pumping into her, loading up her already planted womb.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him, settling her on top of him. He was careful to keep his cock inside her, enjoying their closeness. It took him a minute to realize she was shaking a little.
"Why are you crying?" he asked her softly, brushing her hair back.
"Because I love you so much."
He nodded, accepting that answer. "I love you, too, Sarah. You and the baby. I couldn't love anything more." He rubbed his hands down her back. "You touched my scars when no other woman would. You trusted me even when it terrified you. You saved my life and then gave me a life." He kissed the top of her head. "You're such a miracle, Sarah. And I can't believe you're mine."
Chapter 5
Sarah parked her SUV and hurried into Maria’s to start her afternoon shift. She stepped into the bar and let her eyes adjust. Maria was behind the bar looking at her expectantly. Sarah grinned and headed over. Maria smiled back. “Guess I don’t have to ask,” the older woman declared.
Sarah set the photos down on the bar. Maria picked them up and nodded.
“What’s that?” Milo, one of the bar’s regulars, asked.
“Slick’s got a bun in the oven,” Maria replied.
“Oh, yeah? Can she get my hamburger bun in the oven so’s I can eat? Let me see that anyway,” he said. He scrutinized the strip. “Don’t look like much.”
Maria snorted. “That’s because it’s the size of your brain.”
To Sarah she said, “Congratulations, honey,” and swept Sarah into a hug when Sarah moved behind the bar.
Milo grunted. “This puts me to mind that I should make a few calls around to see if I got any little Milos on the way.”
Sarah laughed and he scowled.
“I’ll have you know,” he declared, “that I am very popular with the over 50 set here in Rapid City. All the women call me to see to their plumbing.”
“He means fixing their toilets,” Maria replied snidely.
“Sometimes they offer me a night cap, though,” Milo insisted.
“Forget it,” Maria said. “There are no little Milos about to descend on the town.”
Milo rubbed his chin. “Good thing, too.”
Sarah grinned at him. “The world isn’t ready for a thing like that.”
“Don’t I know it. Though my wife always said she wished there was two of me.”
“One to fix the toilet and one to clean the gutters?” Maria asked.
He grumbled. “Probably something like that.” He looked at Sarah. “Guess you won’t be around too much longer.”
Sarah bit her lip and glanced at Maria. “For a while, anyway,” she hedged.
Maria waved her hand. “It’s alright. Lord knows you can’t work in a bar and raise a baby at the same time. Well, you could. I did. But you’ve got an old man whereas I didn’t and no way in Hell is Shooter going to let you sling drinks on Friday and Saturday nights with a kid at home.”
Sarah frowned. “No, he won’t. I do need a job, though. Something with normal hours. I hate to just leave you.”
“There’s other girls,” Maria said. “Always other girls. None of ‘em will be as good as you, though.”