Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“With you? Never.”
“Or soft,” she giggles, reaching down and cupping the thick erection in my briefs.
“If you’re going to be around me all the time, it might actually be a problem.”
She pulls away from me, grinning impishly as she bites her lip. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? Good thing I’ll be around to take care of you, isn’t it?”
I just growl, and she shrieks as she goes tumbling across my bed, with me instantly stalking over her, pinning her to the bedsheets.
“I love you, little thief.”
She yanks me into her, searing her lips to mine.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “But I’m not sure I’m the thief here.”
I grin. “No?”
“Uh-uh,” she purrs, her legs wrapping around me as her robe falls open.
“I’m pretty sure it’s you who just stole me.”
The smile creeps over my lips as I press them to hers, our clothes falling away I find her eager pussy with my thick, rock-hard cock and sink into her.
Damn right I did.
Epilogue
Simone
Let me tell you something: it’s not easy to find a hot wedding dress that fits you when you’re seven months pregnant. But somehow, I think I’m pulling it off.
“Fuck you look so fucking good taking my big cock like that, love.”
…Knox thinks so too.
I moan, gripping the edges of the makeup vanity with a white-knuckle grip—my feet also up on the surface of it with my legs spread wide and my knees up to my chest. The gorgeous white dress is bunched around my waist, the top pulled down over my hormone-swollen and sensitive breasts. Between my legs, my gorgeous fiancé growls as he grips my hips and sinks his cock deep into me, making me squeal in pleasure as I feel myself start to fall towards that sweet release.
Yes, my husband-to-be is seeing me in my wedding dress—about ten minutes before we’re supposed to meet up at end of the aisle, actually. But believe me, superstition can take a freaking back seat when it comes to Knox’s big cock making me feel like a queen.
I yank him into me by the open collar of his dress shirt, crushing my lips to his and moaning deeply into his mouth as his hands tighten on me. His thick length drives into me over and over, my clit rubbing so deliciously against the top of his shaft with every thrust and the heat welling up inside.
Honestly, they should market this. Pre-wedding jitters? Just get fucked sideways right before you walk down the aisle! I whimper into his lips, kissing him madly as he claims me right there on the vanity, our bodies rocking together as we tumble towards the edge.
Yep. Best. Wedding day. Ever.
It’s been a few months since the night we met—well, the night we officially met, that is. And it’s been bliss ever since. Knox moved me out of my crummy old Hell’s Kitchen apartment and into his penthouse the very next day, and from there, I got to watch first hand as his legal team and the New York District Attorney shredded The Agency. Turns out there were three people at the top running things, and the state decided to make an example of them for what was essentially preying on and pimping out girls. And when a few of the girls they’d used couldn’t exactly produce legit IDs or verified ages? Well, things got way, way worse for them.
Good.
I’d say the one silver lining to The Agency was that it had led me to Knox, but then, even that wasn’t true. Knox and I found each other by chance, and it was because of those stupid sperm-stealing douchebags that he had to concoct this elaborate plan to get to me. But, even with the hurdles thrown in our way, we’ve found our happy ending. We’re madly in love, we’re getting married, and I can’t wait to give birth to our baby girl in just a few months.
Oh, and the sex is fucking mind-blowing, obviously.
The funny thing is, I’m not even the only one getting a happy ending through everything that happened. I mean, just look at Bianca. Knox was right, my friend had embellished a lot about her life—definitely about the number of clients she’d had through The Agency. It wasn’t three.
…But then, it wasn’t one, either. And let me tell you, it’s quite the story for another day. But suffice it to say, Bianca never did do anything she didn’t want to do, and she sure as hell found her happy ending.
I cry out as Knox drives into me, his big dick filling me up so good like he always does. Plus, with the pregnancy, I swear I somehow got even tighter, and trust me, neither of us are complaining about the way he stretches me out so fucking well. His mouth drops to my tingling nipples, making me moan and tremble as his hand slides to where we’re joined. His finger rolls my clit, his cock sinks in and out of me, his heavy balls slap against my ass, and his lips suck at my nipples.