Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Baylor seemed angrier than I was scared, so I funneled my fear into soothing him. “But I’m not his. Can’t ever be because I’m yours.”
“Damn fucking straight you are,” he growled, shoving the note into the inner pocket of his cut.
Interlacing our fingers, I urged, “So how about you take me to your room and remind me just how much I belong to you.”
“That what you need right now?” he asked.
“It’s what I want. Always,” I confirmed, tugging him toward the hallway.
There was something extremely hot about how possessive he got, and I knew a way to reward him for looking out for me so well that I’d wanted to try since I first wrote it in a book.
“That fucker,” he muttered, barely registering that I pulled him into his room and locked the door behind us.
He finally blinked, looking down at me. “We’re going to find him before he has the chance to get close. You gotta know that, baby.”
I nodded, taking his hands and pulling him toward the bed. “I know, but I don’t want to think about him right now. I have something way better in mind.”
He finally smiled, his whole body now standing at attention. “Oh?”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling him between my legs.
Slowly, I shifted so I was on my back, turning around and scooting down until my head hung off the bed as I looked up at him. The anger drained from Baylor’s gaze, quickly replaced by fierce desire.
“You sure this is what you want, baby?”
“Uh-huh. If my research was right, you’ll be able to see your dick go down my throat as I taste you.” Just saying the words had me on fire, and as soon as he pulled his pants down, revealing his dick, leaking at the tip, I couldn’t help but lean up and lick the precome.
A deep groan rumbled up his chest. “Fuck, baby. I pictured you just like this when I read that scene.”
I understood the mechanics involved with the position I wanted to try, but any nervousness I felt over trying something new paled in comparison to the excitement I felt over turning him on.
Leaning forward, Baylor placed his arms on either side of my hips as he slowly inched his cock between my lips. He didn’t move fast, letting me take the lead as I sucked in the head, using my hand to stroke his shaft so that I didn’t end up with too much in my mouth all at once. Just like the blow job scene I wrote.
“Yes, baby. You’re such a good girl when you suck me just like that,” he praised as his hands went to my leggings, pushing them down along with my panties until his fingers slid inside my wet center.
I got even more turned on that he’d taken my hint and was playing with me while I sucked his dick. I moaned around his shaft, my tongue licking the underside.
“You’re enjoying this as much as me, aren’t you?” he asked, thrusting his fingers in and out of me in rhythm with the movement of his hips as he fucked my mouth.
He was too deep for me to answer, to the point where I was almost gagging on his dick as it hit the back of my throat.
Then he pressed his thumb to my clit, and I moaned, bucking to meet his fingers.
“That’s it, baby, come all over my hand. Show me that you’re mine with my dick in your mouth and my fingers in your tight pussy.”
As if his words pulled the orgasm from me, my legs tightened around him, my whole body shaking as I came harder than I ever had before.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, leaning forward so his face was between my legs. Then he spread my legs so he could lick up every bit of my arousal dripping down my inner thighs.
I felt an aftershock with each swipe of his tongue, but that didn’t stop me from swirling mine around the tip of his dick while it was still in my face. Too soon, he picked me up and flipped me around so that he was lined up with my entrance.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, he rasped, “Your mouth felt too damn good. If you keep going at my cock like that, I’m going to come, and that’s reserved for your pretty little pussy.”
We still hadn’t had the actual conversation about continued lack of birth control, but I figured we both knew the risks we were taking. And judging by some of the stuff that he said about knocking me up when he was deep inside me, Baylor wasn’t scared about possibly getting me pregnant. More likely, he was excited about it maybe happening. And so was I.
At some point, we’d have to talk about it—preferably before I was already pregnant. But not when he was about to sink his perfect dick inside me.