Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
We’re all going to Mastriano’s after for a big meal too. That’s what my baby wanted and I’m down for making all her wishes come true.
But we’ve got a little time to kill before it’s time.
And there’s only one way I want to kill time with her. Now and always.
“Twenty-four minutes,” Marin says, tapping her phone for the tenth time in the last thirty seconds. “This is the longest freaking wait of my life.”
I hold her close, pull her perfect bubble butt close to my cock. “Baby. People got traffic court and shit. They can’t stop everything because we want to tie the knot.”
She turns around in my arms. “We already knotted it,” she says, not understanding why I start chuckling at the innuendo. “I just want to be your wife in front of the people that matter. Now. Is that so much to ask?”
Goddamn, I love her. And I want her. So fucking bad. “You know the only thing that would make this second wedding more perfect?”
She looks up at me, wide-eyed, naïve. Just a little girl in need of care and protection. And a good rough-fucking every six hours, at least. “What?”
I tuck her hair behind her ear and lean in close. She smells like cupcakes. Christ, she’s gonna be the end of me. “My cum inside you.”
“Oh god.”
I side-eye the hall. A janitor is just leaving the women’s bathroom, blocking the entrance with a WET FLOOR: DO NOT ENTER sign. Now we’re fucking talking.
I take her hand in mine and lead her over there. There are people everywhere and it only takes a second for the two of us to sneak in. I close the door behind us and lock it, and then give her ass a smack. Her ass jiggles in just the right way. “Mmmm. Fuck. You’re built for fucking, baby girl. So that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.”
She giggles, tottering along the slightly wet tile. “Oh you.”
I spin her around in front of the sinks, so she’s looking at me in the mirror. I hike up her satin skirt, revealing her red lace thong. She looks fucking amazing in this thong. But there are rules. “What the fuck did we say about red?”
She lets her head fall, laughing. Her hair slides aside, letting me see the line of her spine. I love her right down to her fucking bones. “These are what I was wearing when we met, so…”
Christ. Some rules are made to be broken. I hook them aside with my finger and unzip my pants. I’m achingly hard already; have been all fucking day. And night. No matter how often I have her, I only want more. “This cup will never runneth over. Ever.”
I push into her without warning, without permission. She’s mine and she fucking knows it. I hilt myself in deep, groaning as I enter.
“Oh God,” she says. “I missed you so much.”
Deeper and deeper, in and out. “I want to fuck another baby into you today, sweet girl. Before we re-tie the knot.”
She grips the Formica countertop. White nail polish today. Angel-pure. “I want to break every rule with you. If anyone can do you, you can,” she purrs. “Let me make a double Daddy out of you, pleaaaaase.”
Daddy.
It makes my dick fucking throb inside her. That word is gonna be in her future. Every fucking day. But she has no idea yet.
I press hard into her cervix, feeling my cock compress. Knowing my baby is already growing inside her does nothing but fill me with pride. I’m still obsessed with breeding her whether it’s physically possible or not, my nuts don’t care.
We’re not making love now, nah. This is pure fucking. Pure primal fucking. The most basic instinct there is. With three hard drives, I’m coming inside her. And god-fucking-damn, it feels so good.
Once I deposit my whole baby-making load deep inside her, I pull out and spin her around. What a perfect little fucktoy she is. I hoist her up now on the bank of sinks and drop down between her legs. My cum is spilling from her pussy already. And I’m not gonna stand for that.
I position one of her hands to help her find her balance. She kicks her stilettos off and her heels go automatically to my shoulders. The smell of the two of us inside her sugar cunt is fucking intoxicating. The sweetest smell in the world.
I take her left hand and position it right at her opening, place it strategically to give myself room for what I’m planning to do. “Keep that cum inside you, sweet girl. You hear me?” I ask, and then get to work on her clit.
She keeps her pussy half shaved now. I love her little curls but she loves having things a bit bare as well which works for me. More to kiss, more to taste. Best of both worlds.