Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Shit!” I muttered when I felt our mixed come sliding down my inner thigh. I clenched my fist and socked him in the shoulder. “No fucking condom! A-fucking-gain.”
ELEVEN
Brandon
“Calm down, kitten,” I said, trying to keep my tone soothing, despite my irritation at her reaction.
“I can’t calm down, Brandon,” she snapped. “This is the worst possible timing to forget the fucking condom. What if I get pregnant?”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Since I fully intended to knock you up after the wedding”—I stressed my next words—“by the end of next week, I don’t see how it matters if it happens a few days early.”
Carly reared back, sliding away from me, but I didn’t allow her to get far before I hauled her back over and onto my lap, so she was straddling me. My semi-hard cock was still out and she was positioned right over it, her bare pussy snug against it.
She crossed her arms under her tits, lifting them tantalizingly, and huffed, “I never agreed to marry you, Brandon. Or get pregnant, for that matter.”
My jaw hardened and I struggled to keep from roaring when I answered. “You’re mine, kitten. You’ve admitted it, why delay the inevitable?” I splayed my hands over her flat belly. “I can’t wait to see you swollen with our baby.” My hands then coasted up her rib cage, cupping her tits. “I want to suck on these pretty nipples as your tits grow.” Tugging down the cups of her bra, I sucked one pink bud into my mouth, bucking my hips a little, smirking when she moaned.
“I don’t—um—Brandon, I can’t think when you’re—dammit!”
Keeping my mouth busy with her tits, I ground my now rock hard cock against her pussy and placed my hands on her thighs, pushing them as wide as they would go in this position.
“You can’t—oh, ah—Brandon, you can’t distract me with—oh fuck!”
She cut off with a cry as I plunged inside her again, giving her no time to mentally adjust to what was happening. Her head fell back, her eyes closed tight as she rode me. I gripped her hips and slammed her down onto my dick with each upward thrust, listening to her cries escalate as I drove her higher and higher. It took every shred of my control to pay attention and not get lost in her body. When she was just about to fall over the edge, I slowed down to a lazy pace, keeping her wrapped in sensation, but not letting her reach her peak.
Her head lifted and her eyes peeled open, staring at me in confusion. With one last little bite and a soothing lick, I let her nipple go. “Beg me, kitten,” I growled. “I want you to ask for my come, beg me to fill you.”
She shook her head a little, as though trying to clear it, but I pinched her nipples and she cried out, the haze of lust in her eyes continued to swirl thick and strong.
“What do you want, Carly?” I purred, giving her a few rapid stabs of my cock into her pussy. She was so wet, I could hear the suction and the sound of our skin slapping together.
“Please,” she pleaded.
I licked a nipple and swirled my tongue around it. “Please what, kitten?”
“I—oh, please, Brandon, I need to come.”
I stopped all movement suddenly and cupped her cheeks in my palms. “I should have killed that motherfucker for daring to call you his fiancée,” I growled through clenched teeth. “Mine, kitten. You’re my fiancée. I’m the only man you’ll be marrying, the only man to fuck his kid into you. Isn’t that right?”
She blinked at me, seemingly a little confused. It hadn’t taken me long to learn everything about my woman. To me, she was an open book, as much as she’d like to think otherwise. I knew, without a doubt, she longed for a family, to have kids and raise them in a home so opposite from the one she grew up in. If I weren’t sure, I wouldn’t have pushed her so hard. But, just like I’d needed a swift kick in the ass to make me admit how much I wanted her, I was going to get her to acknowledge her desires as well.
“You can’t pretend with me, kitten. I know you want me, us, and our family. You wouldn’t have given yourself to me the way you did otherwise. So, I’m going to make you ask for it.”
I watched the play of emotions on her face, denial, anger, need, and then finally acceptance. She nodded.
“Words, kitten.”
“I do want you, Brandon. I want everything with you.”
I began to move slowly again and it was my turn to nod. “I know you do, babe.” My hand found its way down to her clit and I circled my fingers around it, eliciting a moan from her. “You’re going to marry me this weekend. And, I don’t want to hear about condoms again. Is that clear? There will be nothing between us, kitten. Ever. I’ll always be bare inside you.” I finally pressed lightly on her sensitive nub.