Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He sank a finger inside of me, jerking me back to feel the fullness of his hard cock. “Do you see how much I want you?” His other hand dragged upward to cuff my neck. He held me by the jaw and tilted my head to kiss my neck in that place I loved. “Eyes open, Rayne. I want you to watch me fuck you.”
I nodded as he kicked my feet apart and pressed my chest to the cold vanity. “Eyes on me, baby.” The swollen head of his cock nudged into my body, and I gasped. He groaned and thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
Relief swept through me. This was exactly what I needed. No emotion. No talking. Just fucking. I shut my eyes.
“Open your eyes and watch, Rayne. I want you to remember this the next time you think about doubting my attraction.”
He drew back, practically leaving my body, then slammed forward. I reflexively moaned and stared at our reflection, my arms braced on the vanity and my breasts swaying with each hard thrust. He gathered my hair in his hand and kissed my shoulder. Then he bit me.
“Ah!”
“That’s what you get for accusing me of not wanting you. Does this feel like I don’t want you, Rayne?” He surged forward and I lifted up on my toes.
“No.”
“Does my dick feel soft now?”
“No.” It was so hard I found it difficult to keep my eyes open. “God, Hale, I love you.”
“I fucking love you too.” He cupped my sex, his hard length gliding in and out of my body as he strummed my clit. “Do you need to come, baby?”
“Yes.” It was so nice to finally feel something good where my body was concerned. Maybe that’s what this need was all about. I needed a reminder that I was still capable of pleasure. “Please, Hale.”
His hips pounded into me as his fingers worked their magic. I was panting and trembling as he possessively held me in that way they made me feel wanted and cherished and even a little bit sexy if I were being honest. My boobs looked fantastic!
When my orgasm tore through me, I reflexively shut my eyes. Hale slapped my clit and I gasped. “Ah!” My legs shook as another release started. “Hale, it’s too much.”
“Keep watching.”
My nose was stuffed, I was thirsty, and my legs were getting kind of tired, but it felt incredible, so I did my best. “Let me just…” I lowered to my elbows, but the vanity was damn hard. “Wait. Maybe if we…”
His dick slid out just as he was about to finish. “Rayne, what are you trying to do?”
“I don’t know. I… I want a bed.” Maybe I was getting too old for kinky bathroom sex.
He huffed and scooped me into his arms, carrying me back to the bedroom and dumping me on the mattress. The second I landed, he grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me to the edge.
This was much better—Hello!—back inside of me he went.
I had my fix of orgasms, so at this point, I just let him finish. I realized then that Hale had been incredibly thoughtful by not bothering me for sex over the past few weeks because this shit was exhausting.
“Rayne!” My eyes snapped open. “Are you falling asleep?”
“No,” I lied. “Sorry. Carry on.”
He groaned and pulled out.
“Where are you going? Are you upset?”
“No. Go to sleep.”
What man calmly accepted blue balls after delivering two mind-numbing orgasms? Hale, that’s who! If I hadn’t been so wiped out from the sex I’d probably cry again, because I did not deserve his level of understanding.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, rolling to my side and shutting my eyes. He kissed my head and tucked me under the covers.
“You’re fine. Get some sleep.” A minute later the shower turned on and I imagined him finishing himself.
Poor guy.
Priceless Art
The nausea slowed down around my fourteenth week, and my appetite returned. Good thing, too, because my doctor remarked about my weight. I was pregnant and growing a human, but down two pounds. I never could have predicted that in a hundred years.
She also emphasized how important it was that I ate enough protein and fiber and all of my fruits and vegetables. Oddly, the bakery sold none of those things.
“Madam Davenport!” Chef Dubois greeted me affectionately, pulling me into a carbohydrate-scented hug.
It was customary for people to hug their bakers, right?
He glanced down at me as he held my shoulders. “It’s been weeks since I’ve seen you. I was getting worried.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy.”
“You look pale. I have just the thing to restore your pluck. Take a look.”
I wandered over to the display and admired the variety of confections. The air in this place smelled like heaven on earth. “Ooh, you have éclairs!”
He moved behind the counter, opening a large box. “How many?”