Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“I’ve waited months for this moment, Beth,” he says, making my breath catch as I connect the intense look in his eyes with why he came back early, not just why he’s brought me here today.
There’s a moment of hesitation, even disbelief in my mind. That a man like Bowdie would turn his entire world upside down just for me is incomprehensible.
“You-you didn’t come back from London because of me, did you?” I finally ask. As awkward a question as it feels, his instant and wide grin tells me his answer, that and the warm stiffness of his arousal pressing into my rump as he holds me up effortlessly.
“I did,” Bowdie rasps. “I haven’t thought of anything but you since the moment I left. I couldn’t focus on my work knowing you were here, and I was… Ah, Beth!” he suddenly growls passionately, locking his mouth over mine and kissing me long and hard.
His strong hands grip me tighter, touching me the way I need in all the right places, but nowhere near as hard as what I can feel already probing my pulsing mound. It’s as if all those months of his need have been channeled into his lips on mine, my body against his. The days and weeks of my own incessant fantasy spill over into something that’s finally real for both of us.
It’s overwhelming in one way, knowing that the man who could have anyone has chosen me. I know we feel the same way—that we’d never feel complete or happy in this life if the other was with anybody else, but how much has he given up because of me? Would a man really drop everything and fly halfway around the world just for me? It isn’t long before I’m humming the answer to myself, wheezing the word between his kisses and letting him know I’m all his for the taking.
I wonder again how much of Dr. Bigg here I’m gonna have to take now that it’s showtime. I can already feel myself more than ready to take everything he’s got, my chest like a marching drum, my loins aching for him deep inside me as he gently lays me out on a huge, soft leather sofa. He studies me momentarily with that familiar, knowing grin twitching at the side of his mouth while the source of his deep want knowingly tugs at the front of his jeans.
Dropping suddenly to his knees and making me squawk with nervous excitement, he makes a beeline for the tree line of my virgin pussy, yanking at my sweats and tugging them down to my knees. There’s an urgency to it, but I instantly discover how much I like a little roughness from such a powerful man. I return the favor by gripping his hair by the roots and tugging him further up.
“Nu-uh,” I pant. “I need something else this time. Something bigger than your mouth,” I moan huskily, making him growl with understanding as he stands long enough to unzip himself. I gasp again at the sight of his engorged cock. I suck air in sharply through my teeth, a wave of preclimax goodness flooding my whole body, priming my virgin hole for the stuffing and shattering of its eighteen-year record as the driest, loneliest place on earth.
Until today, that is.
“Beth…” Bowdie croons as I feel his huge body press over mine. The insane, hot line of his erection probes my thigh, making me swoon for real, probably sounding ridiculous. It’s music to Bowdie’s ears to hear and see me making faces and moaning like a whore for him. I always pictured my deflowering as a rigid, nervous affair that I’d most likely have to pay for, but with Bowdie, everything feels so right.
My ankles and short little legs are suddenly at gymnast level as they instinctively hook around his chiseled waist. His huge hands slide up my legs, and I can already feel that smooth, stiff heat that is Bowdie in my mind from now on. He probes me gently at first, making me gasp, then swear loudly. I’m shaking my head but smiling like a lunatic because it feels so good already.
“I’m gonna go really slow, Beth,” Bowdie assures me, aware more than ever of the extreme size difference between our bodies, let alone the train-to-tunnel ratio.
“Because soon you’re gonna have a baby,” Bowdie continues, matter-of-factly, making my eyes grow wider, the fabric of my top scratching at my stiff nipples as he peels it off. I feel his tip slowly circling my clit and making me buck, instantly craving it. I’m eager for more already, and he isn’t anywhere near inside me.
Wait, what? Did he just say, baby?
“You need to take all of me so I can put a baby in you. We need to work on making sure all those babies can come out of such a sweet, little hole,” he says in a deep voice as if he’s rehearsed the lines, or maybe he likes to talk dirty.