Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
He drags his cock through my swollen folds, murmuring swear words under his breath the entire time. “This cunt belongs to me.”
I wish all of me belonged to him, but I can’t say that. I can’t tell him how often I’ve fantasized about the two of us together. Sweaty and moaning like this, yeah. But also doing other things together too. The ordinary everyday stuff like grocery shopping and making dinner and buying a house. All the stupid stuff that he’d probably sneer at.
Before I can say anything to him, he’s aligned our bodies and he’s pushing inside of mine. He goes slow and even though I’ve had a pelvic exam, this is completely different. He’s so big and the stretch causes a burning sensation.
I don’t even realize I’ve tensed up until he starts pressing kisses to my jaw and earlobe. “Just breathe, baby girl. You can take this.”
It’s only when I’ve relaxed that he starts moving again and the entire time, he’s murmuring under his breath. I’m not sure what he’s saying, and I don’t care because the feeling of his body in mine is right.
I was taught that sex was something dirty and shameful, something that was a necessary evil for the sake of reproduction. But this right here isn’t any of those things. It’s wonderful and special and everything I’d always hoped it would be with him.
I don’t even realize I’m coming again until I hear a woman moaning and realize it’s me. I’m clawing at his arms and nearly sobbing from the pleasure. “That’s…so…good.”
“Come for me.”
Instantly, my pussy spasms around him. All this man has to do is look at me and I want to obey him. I want to spend my life earning that deep rumble of approval that he’s making right now, the one that tells me my submission pleases him.
“Good girl,” he croons right as he comes too, his movements growing more frantic before he finally stills above me. He’s quiet, the only sound in the room our harsh breathing.
For a split second I’m tempted to tell him that I care about him as he pulls out of my aching body. I want to tell him we have something here we should explore. But then he lets loose with a string of profanities. “The condom broke.”
4
WYNTER
I try not to panic at his words. This is exactly what I was warned about. Sex always leads to consequences. Bad, bad things happen when you have sex outside of marriage and I just brought them on myself. How could I have been this stupid?
I don’t even realize I’m breathing hard until Derek puts a hand on my shoulder. He’s lying beside me now, concern etched on his features. “It’s OK. I’m healthy. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Are you sure?” I can’t disguise the tremor in my voice. God is going to hate me. My parents are going to hate me. I’ll never have a good marriage now because I did things out of order.
“I haven’t had sex in years, and I got checked after my divorce. I wouldn’t jeopardize your health if I thought there was even a chance I could pass anything to you.”
I relax at what he said. Whenever we’re on duty, his priority is always the safety of his teammates and his community. Derek isn’t the type of man that would take a foolish risk with my body. I know this but there’s still one thing niggling at my mind. “What about the chance of um…you know, pregnancy?”
As soon as I ask the question, I picture a little girl with Derek’s hair toddling toward him as he steps in the front door. He’d scoop her up in his strong father arms and smother her with kisses and hugs. He’d listen as she babbled on about her day, telling him what she learned in preschool.
Derek’s face clouds over and he moves from the bed. He disposes of the condom in the trashcan then reaches for his jeans. “Not gonna happen.”
I sit up and adjust the top of my dress. I’m not sure where my panties are anymore and I’m too focused on him to worry about them. “It’s always a possibility, isn’t it?”
I wasn’t given the best sex education so when I got away from my religious upbringing, I started seeing a gynecologist. Having a woman who gave me the freedom to ask questions about sex in a safe environment helped me so much.
He stalks across the room to the open bar and searches through the cabinet until he finds a bottle of scotch. He pours himself a generous amount and slings it back in one gulp. Then he does it a second time. When he pours himself the third, he stops. He doesn’t look at me. “Maybe for some people. I have an unusually low sperm count.”