Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Chapter 6
Thatcher
“I need to be inside you,” I growled as I flipped her around and lowered her to the thick, plush carpet. In the recesses of my mind, it registered that we were only a few feet from our bed, but I couldn’t manage to convince myself to wait. Besides, it seemed fitting to make our first baby in the nursery.
I whipped the shirt over her head and kicked off my boxers before straddling her legs and looking my fill. Her body was slender, but it still curved in all the right places and something whispered to me that she was ripe and ready for me to breed her. The neatly trimmed, light-brown thatch of curls between her legs glistened, and I licked my lips, already tasting her sweetness on my tongue.
Her eyed were riveted to my hard on, and she looked freaked out. “You’re huge,” she whispered, her voice trembling with trepidation.
I couldn’t deny that I was well endowed, and I could understand why she was worried since she was so tiny compared to me. But I had no doubts about our compatibility. I cupped her cheek and waited until she met my gaze. “We were made for each other. We’ll fit perfectly. Trust me.” She glanced down again but then nodded.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I grunted as I began to explore her with the palms of my hands. When I reached her tits, I cupped them and leaned down to lick each cherry tip. “These are perfect but fuck, sugar. Just the thought of them big and swollen with milk has me on the verge of blowing my load all over you. And, I intend to be buried deep in your womb before that happens.”
As I licked around her nipples some more, I glanced up at her and saw her looking at me with wide, whiskey eyes. They were cloudy with passion but also churning with a variety of other emotions.
“Don’t be scared, sugar,” I soothed as I leaned up to kiss her softly. “I know you feel this between us. Don’t fight it.” Pulling back a few inches, I stared into her face. “You want this, Imogene. Don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” She hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a timid smile. I gently kneaded her tits as I kissed her to let her know I was pleased with her answer.
After a few minutes, I tore my lips away and leaned over to snatch a small pillow off of the rocker; then I shoved it under her hips. I watched her steadily as I moved into place, and the tip of my cock nudged her entrance. A thought filtered through my head, and I narrowed my eyes at her. “You’re not on birth control, are you?” She shook her head, and I exhaled in relief. “I’m not pulling out, sugar,” I stated with determination. “I’m going to fill your unprotected womb so full that there will be no way in hell you don’t end up pregnant.” I pressed the head in so just the tip was bathed in her heat and groaned, “Fuck.”
Imogene moaned and her walls spasmed, encouraging me to push in until I felt resistance. I hesitated for a moment, frustrated that I had no choice but to cause her pain. “I’m sorry, sugar.” I kissed her with all the passion inside me while I plucked and twisted her nipples until she was whimpering and squirming, trying to get more of my dick inside her. Then I grabbed her hips and plunged in, popping her cherry and burying myself to the root. “Oh, fuck!” I shouted. She was like a fucking vice as she clamped down around me. Though it strained every muscle in my body, I managed to stay still as she stretched and adjusted to my size. A few tears tracked from the corners of her eyes, and I bent to kiss them away.
After a minute, her expression began to clear of any lingering pain, and I shifted experimentally. Imogene’s head thumped back on the carpet when she threw it back and cried out.
“Holy crap,” she exclaimed in a loud whisper. “That was—holy crap.”
I grinned and this time, I pulled out a few inches before gliding back in. “Yesss!” she hissed. “Don’t stop!” I repeated the motion, and she yelled as her hands delved into her hair, clutching the strands like a life line. “Please, Thatcher,” she whimpered, arching beneath me.
Hearing my name was like lighting a match and throwing it on gasoline. I grabbed her thighs and put her legs around my waist before palming her ass and yanking her down on my cock as I surged inside her over and over. I retreated almost all the way, then slammed back in until I nudged her cervix.