Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
It’s like the anger I felt at Sergei has transformed into a different kind of heat entirely, but I have to remember the circumstances, remember the fact that Christopher might not make it through.
Anyway, it’s my woman’s time of the month. I sit next to her, smooth my hand over her shoulders, captivated and obsessed with the fact that she’s here. I’m with her, not bleeding out from a gunshot from Sergei, not panicking because somebody is trying to hurt her. She falls against me, her cheek against my chest.
“I want you to start at the office soon,” I murmur, kissing the top of her head and inhaling the scent of her hair. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Really?” She looks up. “You don’t have to give me a job just because…”
“No, it’s not that. I’ve seen you when you’re coding. I’ll give you a test first, so we can assess your level and find the best place to put you, but I know you’re eager to learn.”
“I don’t want any special treatment,” she says firmly, taking my face in her hands, staring up at me. “I mean it. Just because we’re, you know, in love…”
I smile at the words, unable to stop myself.
“It doesn’t mean I get a free ride at work. I want to prove myself.”
“You will. I’m so proud of you already.”
I fall onto the bed, bringing her with me, and we lie together. She curls up in my arms, and when I glance down, it takes everything I have not to savage her young, curvy body. She’s got her legs tucked up, highlighting the thickness of her thighs, the fabric of her shorts riding high from the position. If I changed the angle just a little, I’d be able to see her gorgeous ass poking out from the bottom of the shorts. She hasn’t done anything wrong, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to spank her.
“I can feel you getting beastly,” she whispers, kissing my chest.
Her lips press through my shirt, warm, wet, just like somewhere else.
“I can’t,” I say, voice deep, husky, and hungry. “It doesn’t bother me since I’m a beast, as you say, but you’re on your period, remember?”
She trails her fingernail up my stomach, pushing my shirt aside. The tingling spreads across my shaft, getting solid, my heart causing my pecs to thud.
“I’ve been bad, Luke,” she whispers, a moan nestled in her tempting voice.
“Jane,” I snarl. “If you play with fire, you’re going to get burned.”
“But I have been bad,” she insists, in a tone that has me swelling even bigger. “I was nervous about being a virgin. I am going to have my, you know… soon, but it’s not here yet.”
My first thought is of how wet she was when I was rubbing her pussy. I thought there was extra slickness because of her time of the month, but no, all that soaked juiciness was from her lust alone, her love, her belonging, her body’s hunger to give me a child.
“If you’re not ready,” I growl, “you shouldn’t have told me that.”
“Why?” she whispers, then squeals, laughing at the same time.
I move fast, rising from the bed, grabbing her hips, and flipping her over.
“On my knees?” She gasps, looking at me over her shoulder. “But for our first time… I don’t know…”
“When I fuck you,” I growl, kneeling at the edge of the bed so I’m level with her ass.
She sticks it out, the fabric of her shorts stretching across her pussy, her cheeks on display as the shorts rise upwards.
“I’m going to look in your eyes,” I go on, “but first, I need your sweet, perfect ass. You lied, Jane, you bad, bad girl.”
She gasps, whimpers, and moans—all in one—when I spank her ass. Her voluptuousness shimmers for me as she pushes back.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.
“No, you’re not.” I spank her again, her creamy flesh reddening a little. “But when I fuck your young, innocent wet slit, you’ll know how badly this makes me want you. Thinking of your soaked hole. Thinking of how fucking drenched you get for me, and you know why, Jane?”
This time, when I spank her, she moans even louder, moving her hips from side to side as if sassily asking for more.
“Your body knows what it’s for. What its purpose is. To give me a child. To be mine.”
“Yes, yes,” she moans.
I pull her shorts and her panties down in one savage movement, trapping them around her knees, and then I bury my face in her pussy. I would have said fuck it if she was on her period. I will always want her, period or not, plus a little blood never hurt anyone, and she will bleed on my cock soon enough when I take her for the first time. I squeeze her ass as I lick her hole, her clit, her taste so welcoming after all the drama, not knowing if I’d see her again or if we’d get through all the craziness alive.