Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Even before having her first child, she’d been a big, curvy girl. Everything was only exaggerated since giving birth. She couldn’t bear the thought of Draven becoming unattracted to her, especially when he continued to turn her on effortlessly.
Draven scowled. “You have no idea how much you turn me on, Ash. Your big tits, heavy and full of milk. Your nipples swollen and pink. I want to get my hands on every soft curve. You’re all woman, and there’s not a minute of the day I’m not fantasizing of getting you naked.”
“You’re not just saying that, are you?”
He growled. “I’ve been patient, but it’s been over three months. I think you’ve had more than enough time to heal up from having Clara, no?”
She paused, then gave the slightest nod. Her body had healed over a month ago. It had been her insecurities keeping her from giving in to their mutual desire.
“Let me see you.”
“Please, Draven, no.”
“You weren’t so shy before. That shouldn’t change now. I’m going to prove just how fucking desperate I am for you, baby.” He ran his hand through her hair, and she closed her eyes, savoring the simple intimacy. She needed so much more.
Ashley pulled off her shirt, setting it on the low dresser she’d been leaning against. “There, does that make you happy?” She’d been braless under her shirt. Her tits were huge and cumbersome since her milk came in, and she couldn’t imagine any man finding them attractive. “They’re not cute and perky. Not that they ever were.”
“You’re trying my patience again, Ashley. Don’t put yourself down. You’re my queen, my everything, and I won’t have it. Understand?”
She shrugged.
“They say every man has a fetish, whether he admits it or realizes it himself. Me, I love big, soft tits I can drown in and hips I grab and hang on to while I fuck you. When you walk, that little bounce makes my dick hard every time.”
He squeezed her breasts together, and she saw his jaw tighten. A drop of milk slipped out, and she cringed. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? Being the mother to our child?” He licked his lips. “I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. You’re so fucking sexy, I still can’t believe you’re all mine.”
He began to push down her skirt, and she didn’t stop him as it slipped over her hips and pooled at her feet. Draven bent down and shimmied her panties down, smoothing his hands back up her thighs once she was completely nude.
“Draven…”
“What is it, baby? Want to refuse me again? The only thing I want to hear coming out of your mouth is you begging me to fuck you.” He cupped her face in both hands, looking at her with such intensity her breath caught. “You say you’re insecure? How do you think I feel when the woman I love avoids making love to me like I’m her enemy?”
Was that really how he felt?
A wave of guilt took her by surprise. Nothing was more attractive to her than Draven. Watching him work out day in, day out, in nothing more than gym shorts was torture. Sleeping next to his hard, muscled body at night while keeping her hands to herself hadn’t been easy. She craved him, desired him as she always had. Her own foolish thoughts had kept her away.
“You’re not my enemy,” she whispered. “I love you, your body, and making love to you. I never meant to hurt you.”
“Let’s put the past aside and start from right now. Our new beginning,” he said. Draven ran his hands over the curves of her hips. “Now, will you let me touch you? Will you stop pushing me away?”
“How about we start with a kiss?”
He smirked and moved in immediately, his tongue seeking entrance as he devoured her mouth with his. He dominated her, making her feel spineless in his arms. The soul-deep connection, the intimacy—it was exactly what she’d been missing all these months. She didn’t realize how starved for affection she was.
His hands were all over her, squeezing and teasing as he kissed down her neck, teasing her pulse points. “Oh God, I’ve missed this,” he said.
He sounded feral, a man on the edge, and she loved the fact he was desperate for her.
“You want to make love to me?”
“Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I’m going to fuck you,” he said.
She couldn’t contain the little moan that escaped. It sounded as needy as she felt. “Yes, Draven.”
“I love it when you’re a good girl. Never push me away again. I don’t think I could take it.”
“I’m yours. I’ve never loved another man.”
He hoisted her onto the dresser top, then undressed in front of her. His biceps bulged as he unfastened his belt. When he slipped out of his pants, his cock sprang up, hard and virile. She knew exactly how good it felt to be ravaged by him.