Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Baby, do you think you can come for me again? I want to feel your tight pussy cream all over my cock.” Her walls flutter, squeezing me. “You like when I talk dirty to you, baby? Do you want me to tell you all of the fantasies I’ve had about you these past weeks?”
“Please.”
“I thought of all the places I’d fuck you in. There’s no room in this house where I haven’t pictured you on my cock. Riding it, sucking it in every damn way I can envision. Fuck, I want you sprawled across our kitchen island as I feast on your pussy and then as you come, I’ll thrust my cock deep inside your pussy and empty every damn drop of cum I have until you’re pregnant with my kid.”
“Oh, Theo,” she moans, her tiny feet wrapping around my back with her heels digging into the top of my ass. “More, faster.” Her core clenches and her mouth finds mine, kissing me frantically as her body quakes with a hard release. Nearly blacking out, I roar and fill her womb with my cum.
My body falls onto hers, but I keep most of my weight off of her. Her hands hold on to my back, pressing me harder into her body. She grazes her lips to my ear and whispers, “I’ve had my own fantasies of you.” My dick stiffens all over again. Shit.
Chapter Nine
Phoebe
“Yes, yes,” I cry out, waking to Theo between my legs. How could I have ever thought he wasn’t interested in fucking me? For the past week, his head, hands, and cock have dominated me in every room in his home.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, crawling up the bed and sliding inside of me. His large cock is hard to get used to, but my body welcomes him after a couple of thrusts.
“I’ve missed you, my sweet Phoebe.” His mouth takes mine. I love when he kisses me after he makes me come. It’s as if he wants to show me how much he loves to taste me. I’m quick to come again, and he fills me up with every drop he has to give. Secretly, I hope I’m already carrying his baby. It’s crazy, but I’ve fallen madly in love with him. Since he thought I was leaving him, he’s taken a couple of days off to spend with me. Little by little, I’ve coaxed some of his past out of him. It’s hard to get him to talk about himself. All he wants is to talk about me.
He pulls out and wraps me up in his arms.
“Where did you go?” I whisper. Oh shit. I sound like a jealous woman.
“I had a meeting,” he answers without a hint of hesitation.
“This early?” I question, letting my fears get ahead of me.
“Baby, it’s noon. You slept all morning.”
I can’t believe that. I try to pull out of his arms, but he tugs me back to his chest. “Oh, hell. What’s Griselda going to think?”
He spins me around so my back is on the bed and he’s leaning over me. “That you’ve been thoroughly worn out and that your pretty ass needs rest. Besides, she took the morning off.”
“Oh, with Diego?”
His face darkens, then relaxes for a minute. “Yes. You know about them?”
“I’ve seen them in action. He growls and snarls just like you.”
“What can I say? You bring out the beast in me. And you know how I don’t like you talking about another guy,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip and sliding down to my breasts. His scuff grazes them, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core, which flutters like I didn’t just cream all over his cock a minute ago.
“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes. “You're ridiculous. You mentioned Griselda, and I learned not to get mad.”
“Fine, but no talking about men in our bed.”
“You win. Now let me up. I need a shower and some food.” He helps me up off the bed, stealing a kiss first. As I make my way to the bathroom, I poke the bear. “You can’t starve your captive. It’s not good.”
“Keep talking like that, and I’ll feed you something.”
I shrug one shoulder up, twisting my head to stare back at him, “Promises, promises.”
***
He has another meeting and will be back before dinner, so I go into the kitchen to help Griselda prepare the meal and walk in on more than I should. Diego has Griselda pinned to the wall while they kiss and grind on each other.
“I guess I’ll just make dinner. Griselda, you can have the night off.”
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, Phoebe.”
“No problem. Have fun.” I wink, and Diego says, “You’re a sweetheart.” He flips Griselda over his shoulder and storms out of the kitchen through the back exit. I giggle and clean the kitchen counter off, just in case. Now to make a special meal for my man.