Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“Sounds like you have something to say to me.” We are nose to nose right now, and I am trying to tell my unruly cock to ignore the sweet scent of her pussy right now because we have more important matters to handle.
“No. I think I’ll take my cue from you and say nothing...yet AGAIN!” she screams in my face, shocking me for a moment before all the blood rushes to my head. Before I can stop myself, my hand is around her throat. I squeeze and look into her face while her eyes begin to glaze over, not stopping when she sucks in a breath, but instead, before I know it, she is spun and bent over the counter. Somewhere far off, I can hear her shouting and screeching nonsense, but all I hear is waves in my ear.
My hand moves on and off her ass, each slap harder and harder. I don’t bother with words because she knows what the fuck she did to deserve this. I can feel the heat under her ass from my punishment. “Lincoln, please.” her cry breaks through my anger haze. “I’m sorry. I just..” Everything begins to clear, and when it seems normal, I look around with no clue how long she has been crying.
Slowly, I let her up and wipe her swollen face. “Now do you want to cut the bullshit and tell me what is going on?” Picking her up, I move to our bedroom with her hiccupping, leaky face buried in my shirt. I can feel it being soaked with her tears and snot, I am sure, but the heaviness of her tears tells me she is crying more about the emotion of whatever is twirling around in that gorgeous head of hers than from the spanking she received. She has gotten plenty of punishing spankings from me, but she has never acted like this. “November, I’m waiting.” She looks so sad it makes my heart hurt.
“I came to your office earlier. I wanted to surprise you. When I got to the hallway, I heard Karen's voice. I heard what she was saying to you, and I heard you say nothing back.” Once again my heart stops, realizing she thinks so little of me.
“Well, then, I guess you didn’t stay long enough for me to tell her to kiss our ass. But that aside,” I stand from the bed, put her down on it, and walk to the other side of the room. My emotions are too raw right now. “I am starting to think we may be rushing into this.” The words taste like acid on my tongue, but how many times can the woman I love with all of my heart doubt my loyalty to her before I should start taking it like she doesn’t want this?
“What? Are you serious?” Nodding my head, I lean against the wall.
“As much as I hate to say it, yes. I don’t know what else to do, November. I don’t know what else I can say to show you, prove to you that I am behind you one hundred percent. I have your back. Your wants and needs come before anyone else. But I can only say that and show you so much before I am done, baby. I have done nothing to earn your distrust, but I keep getting it.”
Her face shows disbelief at the words coming out of my mouth. I’m unsure what she is thinking until she launches into my arms. “I’m sorry. I know you love me, Lincoln. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I love you. I’m sorry.” She’s kissing me all over my face, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her legs wrap around my waist, and suddenly, we are both moaning and rocking against one another.
“Looks to me like you're itching for something else right now, huh baby?” Her wet pussy is soaking my jeans, making my cock pissed that he is still being restrained by denim.
“Yes. Please. I’m sorry. I want to marry you, Lincoln. You are my forever,” she whines into my mouth before sinking her teeth into my neck.
“Fucking brat,” I growl. Yeah, she’s about to get what she wants right now. Then, I am going to get what I want. A life with her and no doubt.
CHAPTER 9
NOVEMBER
ONE WEEK LATER
I feel like such a fool. Last week's events are still a blur of emotions and mistakes, leaving me feeling ashamed and embarrassed. I couldn't believe how I had acted and how he knew just how to deal with me. And now, to top it all off, I still need to tell him about the baby, but I’ve got a plan. I’m going to make him his favorite dinner and tell him using a t-shirt I found at the mall today that says #1 Daddy. The second I saw the stupid twenty-dollar shirt, I started to tear up. I just had to have it. It’s the perfect way to break the news to him. It’s cheesy, but he’s gonna love it.