Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Y-yes,” I admit, my cheeks growing warm.
“You’re always wandering around town in those cute little dresses, knowing damn well just how fertile you look. How these hips were made to carry my babies.” He squeezes them tight in his big hands.
“When I’m playing with my toys, I imagine you’re there with me,” I admit. “You’re telling me you’re going to bend me over and fill me with your come.”
“Damn right I am,” he says and finally reaches for my clit again. “You’re going to come now. You’re going to be a good girl and take your man’s seed. Every drop of it. If you waste any, I’ll punish you then fuck you again.”
His words fill my brain with even more dirty ideas and the moment his fingers brush my clit, I’m exploding again, another delicious orgasm rocking through my body. He fucks me through it, playing with my clit and calling me his good little breeder. I love the idea of being used by him, of carrying his children.
I feel the moment he gets close to the edge, the way his muscles tense, and how he clenches his jaw. I squeeze my channel around him and bite down on his ear lobe before whispering, “I love you.”
The words have him slamming into me and filling me in long, powerful spurts. Every time I think it’s over, he just keeps coming. The entire time, he’s murmuring things under his breath. He’s talking about how big my belly is going to get, how large my tits will be, and how my milk is going to come in.
He keeps saying these things until I’ve sucked him dry. He finally pulls out of me, and instantly, I feel empty. I miss him. I miss his weight and his hot breath on my neck. I miss his harsh commands and his glittering gaze.
“Hey, come here.” He pulls me into his arms and cuddles me close to his chest. “What’s going on?”
I shake my head. I don’t even know how to put it all into words. I wasn’t prepared for how intense sex with Grizz would be. How deeply it would make me feel things. How much it would make me long for everything with this man.
He rubs my back in a soothing circle. “I am your safe place.”
“What are we going to do about Greer?” I blurt out.
“I’ll handle him,” he answers smoothly. He doesn’t sound worried at all. “Now, come on. We’re going to soak your pussy and have a big breakfast. Do you want my famous French toast?”
“Your French toast isn’t famous,” I reply as he carries me into the bathroom. If he wants to carry me around everywhere, I’m not going to complain.
“Not true. I won the contest for best breakfast in Courage County.” His chest puffs out as he tells the story.
I roll my eyes even as he sets me carefully down on the bathroom counter. “That’s because Greer accidentally set the entrants’ table on fire, and the extinguisher destroyed the other entries.”
“I still won,” he insists before he leans over to start the shower water. “And now my French toast is famous in Courage.”
I shake my head, fighting a smile. I watch the way his naked body moves. I’m barely able to believe that this man I’ve loved for seven years is finally mine. Or at least, he will be. Once he talks to Greer. Please, let that go well. Let him understand.
“What is this?” I ask as he carries me through his living room. He’s aiming for the kitchen, but I wiggle in his arms until he sets me down. He has a lot of different lenses and some other equipment strewn on the oak coffee table. There’s even a digital photography book for beginners open.
He waves his hand, his ears turning the cutest shade of red. “It’s dumb. My therapist said to start a hobby. Apparently, he doesn’t consider pining for you a real hobby.”
I chuckle and reach for his camera. “What are you trying to capture?”
“Nature photos, I guess.” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “Like I said, it’s dumb.”
“Do you care?” I ask before I press the history button. Some people are very sensitive about sharing their work before they’ve had a chance to clean it up and edit it.
He shrugs. “They’re all coming out pretty blurry.”
I flick through a few of the photos. I’ve spent hours learning about how to take photographs and shoot videos thanks to my work on my podcast. When you’re responsible for every part of production, you have to become an expert in a lot of things. “Your shutter speed is probably off. Have you adjusted it?”
It only takes me a moment to realize my mistake. I probably overstepped. I put the camera down and say softly, “Sorry, I spend a lot of time taking pictures of the products for social media promotions, and—”