Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I turned my head and gazed up at Harlowe’s gorgeous face as her eyes roamed over my inked skin. She was sitting on her knees, wearing my T-shirt again—much to my disappointment—and hovering over me with her pink and honey-blond hair mussed from sleep. She looked sexy as fuck, and I had to bite back the desire to rip off her clothes and sink deep inside her tight, virgin pussy.
My movement drew her attention, and she smiled as she leaned back onto her heels. “These are beautiful,” she murmured. Her lips pursed for a moment like she was trying to hold in whatever else it was she wanted to say.
“What’s going on in that pretty head, angel?” She bit down on her plump bottom lip, and it almost distracted me from the fact that something was on her mind. “Harlowe.” My tone made it clear that I expected an answer.
Her fingers drifted over my right side once more before she clasped her hands together in her lap and blurted, “What happened to your wife?”
My eyebrows shot to my hairline, and I sat up so that we were directly facing each other. “Wife? Who told you I was married?” I was gonna kill whatever fucking brother was messing with Harlowe.
“Well, you have a daughter so…” she trailed off.
I gripped her chin in my hand and gave her a hard stare. “Never been married, angel. Larissa’s mom was a one-time drunken mistake when I was young and dumb that I never saw again. Can’t even remember her name. But nine months later, there was a baby girl with my eyes and smile sitting on my doorstep.”
Harlowe’s lips formed a little O, and I couldn’t resist swooping down to capture her mouth in a deep kiss. My tongue slipped through the opening and explored the recesses of her mouth. It took less than a heartbeat for her to melt into my arms, and I gently eased her down onto the mattress and covered her body with mine. Urgency was building in me, but for the moment, I wanted to take it slow and savor her taste. My mouth moved over hers, devouring her softness, and I groaned as pleasure radiated outward.
Harlowe trembled beneath me, and I groaned as I sank down even farther until there was no space between our bodies. Her tits pillowed against my chest, and I could feel her hard little nipples through the fabric of her shirt. When a tiny moan slipped from between her lips, and she shifted so that my cock was cradled in the apex of her thighs, the hunger I’d been holding back rushed to the surface.
Reluctantly, I tore my lips from hers and levered up on one elbow so that I could grab the hem of the shirt and drag it up and over her head. When she realized what I was doing, she immediately helped wiggle out of it. My eyes devoured every inch of her pale, silky skin, and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting it. My hands outlined the circle of her big tits, and I pushed them up before wrapping my lips around one sensitive, swollen tip. Harlowe moaned, and her hips bucked, her hands caressing my shoulders and back. She was driving me out of my fucking mind, and I was dying to be inside her.
Somewhere in my brain was the reminder that we should talk before I popped her cherry and made her mine. But that part was buried beneath the overwhelming need to claim her. I used my teeth to scrape her nipple and my tongue to soothe the bite. Then switched to her other round globe to give it equal treatment. When I’d had my fill—for now—of her tits, I scooted down, leaving a trail of burning kisses in my wake. I stopped at her stomach and licked a circle around her cute little belly button. My gaze locked onto her smooth, flat belly, and I was suddenly slammed in the face by a desire I never thought I would feel.
When I was young, I never really considered my future or having a family. Then my life turned upside down in the space of a day, and I found myself a single dad at nineteen. I never regretted having Larissa in my life, not for one fucking second. But between raising my baby girl alone, climbing the ranks in the club, and working to gain my degree online, I hadn’t had time for any other relationship. As I got older, I found I was content with my life and family. Not that I would turn away a relationship if the right woman came along, but I was nearing forty and I’d done the dad thing. I didn’t foresee ever wanting to have more kids.
So it came as a complete shock to me when I had the undeniable urge to mark Harlowe’s unprotected womb with my seed. I craved seeing her stomach round and swollen with my child. My dick started leaking at the thought. Well, shit. There was no going back now.