Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I leaned my hands against the shingled wall to balance myself.
“God, your ass is beautiful. So fucking perfect.” His erratic breaths tickled my neck. “Arch your back. Just like that. Fuck, yes.”
I closed my eyes, incredibly turned on by the feel of his hard cock rubbing against me. My clit throbbed with anticipation.
Two of his fingers entered me. “Look how wet you are for me. I want to go easy, but I’m not sure I can.”
“Don’t.” In the next instant, I felt the burn of his cock filling me. The muscles between my legs instantly squeezed around him.
“I nearly forgot how damn tight you are.” He groaned, his cock twitching inside me. “Don’t move for a second,” he hissed. “I nearly lost it.” He paused to regain his composure, then wrapped his hands around my waist as he pumped in and out, grunting with the rhythm. “Do you have any idea how good your pussy feels swallowing my cock?”
I whimpered, barely able to speak.
“The way your beautiful ass jiggles every time I thrust into you?” He sped up his movements and reached around to cup my swollen breasts, massaging them as he moved in and out. “I simply can’t get enough of you.” He squeezed.
I lowered my hand to massage my clit, feeling my orgasm at the surface. “I can’t hold back anymore. It’s too soon, but I’m gonna come.”
“Come, baby. Come all over my cock.”
The second those words exited his mouth, the heat of my climax tore through me. He let go, too, groaning in pleasure. The warmth of his cum filled me—that amazing feeling of receiving all of him, or at least as much as he was willing to give.
After, I practically collapsed against the wall, limp from the magnitude of that orgasm. He slowly pulled out, drops of his cum gathering at the top of my inner thighs.
He turned me around and enveloped my mouth in his, kissing me as if what we’d just done had barely scratched the surface of satisfying him. I knew it had barely satisfied me.
“I fucking missed you. Have I told you that?” Sig stared down at my swollen belly as his eyes glistened. He knelt for a moment and kissed my taut skin. “Look at you.”
My body tightened, willing away all the emotions that simple act elicited.
He stood. “It’s surreal.”
“I know. Twenty-nine weeks. It’s hard to believe, isn’t it?”
“Hard to believe someone could be so beautiful, yes.” He shook his head. “It’s one thing to see a picture of you pregnant and another entirely to see it in person. This time is going by too fast.”
I raked my fingers through his messy black hair. “Why did you come here, Sigmund? Was it for what we just did? I know it wasn’t to make pancakes.”
“You think I flew all the way here to fuck you?”
I shrugged. “I honestly don’t know.”
“Maybe that had a bit to do with my motivation, but no, that’s not the only reason.” He leaned his forehead against mine. “I didn’t have a chance to address your concerns about what happens after the baby is born. Telling you I couldn’t imagine not seeing you anymore wasn’t a solution. It was just an opinion that only made things more confusing. I’m sorry for not having all the answers.”
“None of this is your fault, Sig. Neither of us planned for this.”
“I certainly didn’t plan to fall for you, Abby.” He held my face in his hands. “That’s right—I warned you not to fall for me, but I’m the one who’s falling. What we’re doing…this isn’t about biding time. This is about you and me, this undeniable connection we have. And as much as I might want to ignore it, my feelings aren’t going to magically expire when you give birth.” He swallowed. “I used to wake up in the morning and wish I weren’t alive. Now I wake up and think of you—some funny thing you said or wondering when I get to see you next. And I think of you before I fall asleep. Our nightly phone call is the thing I look forward to most every day. You’ve taken over the dark places that used to exist in my mind.” His eyes were piercing. “You saved me, Abby. You really have.”
I moved his hair off his forehead. “Wow.”
“But,” he continued. “I can’t in good conscience pull you into a situation you didn’t sign up for. Part of the problem is that I don’t know how I’m going to feel when this baby is born. I wish I did. All I feel right now is utterly unprepared.”
“You think there’s a chance you might change your mind?” I asked. “You might want to raise it?”
He caressed my hair. “I can’t rule it out, even if I think the child would be better off with Phil and Kate.”