Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
"Please," I breathe. I don't know why I ever fight him or deny him. I always bloody beg him in the end, and he's well aware of it. Arsehole.
His cock pushes against me, teasing. "You fucking hit me, and then you choke me. And fuck me if my cock isn't rock hard," he growls. "That is the only fucking reason I'm fucking you right now, Tor."
I open my mouth to respond, but he slides inside me, and I groan loudly, shamelessly. He braces his arms on either side of my head as he holds his himself above me. His jaw clenches, the muscles of his neck straining. Every muscle in his body pops from the tension, and the visual is almost too much. I drag my nails over his abs, feeling every bump and valley, watching them tighten and flex as he pulls out and thrusts back into me.
His hands glide over my skin, tracing my curves. His lips drop to my chest, and his teeth skim my nipple. "For fucks sake! How tight is your damn pussy?" he groans, driving harder into me. He feels so good, so right. I toss my head back against the pillow, pushing my chest into his face.
Jude grabs my leg, lifting it and placing it on his shoulder. He slides deeper inside of me, throwing his head back on a growl. His fingers dig into my hips, and his eyes lock with mine again as he presses his lips into my ankle and drags his teeth along my calf.
I'm trembling, my body on the verge of exploding. His hand moves between my legs, and he pinches my clit as he grinds against me. Everything tightens as my entire body feels like it detonates. He fucks me until I'm flinching away from him, my over sensitized pussy unable to take any more, and then he lets out a primitive roar as he stiffens above me. I watch every one of Jude's muscle pop, his face twisting in tension before falling slack. He's beautiful. I love watching him come apart and lose control. I love that I can do that to him because he's Jude Pearson, and he's the embodiment of controlled power.
He falls forward against my chest, his hot breaths blowing against my skin. My chest is heaving from the force of that orgasm. If there's one thing Jude does well, it's fuck.
"Shit." He lifts himself off of me, his eyes tracing over my stomach frantically. He gently skims his hands over the small bump. "Shit... did I hurt you?" He's still staring at my stomach, and I cover a smile because it actually looks like he's asking the bump.
His eyes flick to mine, a small frown marring his features. I can't help but smile. He's so cute. I reach out and smooth the frown lines, tracing my fingers over the stubble of his jaw. "No, Jude. You didn't hurt me." I push up and place my lips to his in a lingering kiss.
His hand cups my cheek as he groans against my mouth. "This is going to kill me," he grumbles. "You two are going to fucking kill me." He sighs as he rolls away and lays on his back on the bed. "Shit." He drags his hand down his face, and I try not to smile.
I’m lying in the bed staring up at the ceiling with Tor sound asleep on my chest. I took her to the doctor yesterday, and we found out she’s nineteen weeks pregnant. I gently brush my hand over her stomach, amazed that this baby survived all the shit she’s been through. Our little girl is already a survivor. Seeing the grainy image of that tiny human hit me in a place I didn’t know could be touched. I have this sense of pride, and this innate urge to protect her. My entire fucking outlook on life changed yesterday. A few days ago, I didn't want to be a father, and now, I’m ready to change my fucking life to be one. I will do whatever it takes to make sure my little girl never knows how fucked up our lives have been.
I sigh and press a soft kiss to Tor’s forehead. A slight breeze kicks up, rustling the leaves outside the open window. This is what I want. Peace just like this. Not the shit I’ve been living in. I just want this. Once I get Joe... this will be all I have. Just me and Tor... and eventually a little girl.
“Jude?” Marney shouts from the kitchen. “Looks like you got a bit of a problem here…”
Well, shit, so much for fucking peace. I let go of a breath and carefully slide out from under Tor, gently laying her arm across the pillow.
“You awake, boy?”
I shut the door behind me. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.”