Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
The way she emphasizes the word take annoys me. It’s as if she’s trying to tell me with that one word to fuck off.
“Caffeine in moderation is okay, I guess,” I say before turning back to the fridge and grabbing the eggs, spinach, tomatoes, bacon, and cheddar.
She can have her coffee. I would say I’ll be damned if she tries to take another birth control pill, but I’m pretty sure I’m already headed to hell anyways.
Turning back, I watch as she pours more sugar in her cup of coffee than I’ve ever seen someone pour.
“You want some coffee with that cup of sugar, sweetheart? I mean, if you need that much sweetness in your life, I can help…” I smirk at her when she looks up at me.
Swirling my hips in a good imitation of a hula girl, I love the little grin she gets on her face before she tries to hide it.
“If your dick comes near me in the next twenty-four hours, I’ll punch it,” she grumbles before walking back to the stool slowly, like she’s in pain.
“Fuck!” I nearly shout as I move to her. “What’s wrong?”
Motioning at me to stay away, she gently sits back down on the stool and frowns at me. “You really don’t know anything about women, do you?”
Tilting my head to the side, I look at her and cross my arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“James,” Sophia says with a shake of her head as she starts to blush. “I’m… sore down there right now from…”
Seeing Sophia blush gives my cock a fresh stirring of vigor. Like I don’t know if seeing a woman blush is a kink, but fuck, it’s so damn sexy on her. Her pale flesh flushes and there’s a small bead of moisture on her upper lip from her coffee…
Damn, I’m starting to get that feeling again from last night. The one where I want to do dirty, dirty things to her. I want to dominate and control her. I want to force her up her peaks and push her through the valleys.
To break her over my cock…
“Don’t even think about it,” Sophia snaps at me.
Suddenly I realize I’ve been slowly moving towards her like a cat about to pounce its prey.
“Think about what?” I ask as innocently as possible.
“James, if you try to have sex with me right now, it’ll hurt, and not in the way you think,” she says and starts to move away from me.
Looking at the way she’s moving though, I can feel my predator instincts kicking in.
She’s like the wounded gazelle on the plains…
And I’m the cheetah about to bring her down.
“Mmmhmm,” I growl quietly at her.
Maybe she’s already pregnant. Maybe she’s going to get one of those big sexy bellies. The type I’ll rub my hands all over before moving them up to her big, luscious tits.
“James!” Sophia says loudly as I try to cut off her route of safety. “I’m serious, I’m so raw down there it hurts. I honestly think you bruised my cervix, James, because I’m starting to cramp.”
Pain.
Shit.
Fuck.
Asshole.
Me.
“Shit,” I say as I shake my head, snapping myself out of the hunting mode I was slipping into.
“Yeah,” she grumbles as she walks back to her stool.
Her ass looks so fucking good in my sweatpants, I want to slap it, but I doubt I’d get to keep all of my fingers if I did.
“So, are you like… really hurting down there?” I ask and make little gesture towards her painful bits.
Fuck, what is wrong with me? I say down there now instead of pussy?
Shaking her head at me again like some disappointed teacher, she asks, “James, you’re how old and you don’t know about this stuff?”
“Hey…” I start to say, but she cuts me off.
“It feels like I have a sunburn on top of a bruise right now,” she snaps.
“Oh,” I mutter as I back away quickly and head to the stove.
If I can’t fuck her, I’m going to feed her.
There’s more than one way to make a woman love me.
“I also feel like I’m going to start my period early, like way too early with the cramps I have going on,” she adds before taking a long drink of her coffee.
Wincing at the thought, I ask, “Do you want some Tylenol?”
“Honestly?” she asks then nods. “Yeah, I do.”
Glancing at the laptop that’s sitting next to her on the island, I move over to it and type in the first question that comes to my mind.
“What are you doing?” she asks as she leans in to see the screen. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
“Well, I had to check!” I shout right back.
She leans into my face and snarls loudly, “I’m not pregnant!”
“Fuck, I wanna break you over the island right now,” I say with a growl back at her. “Maybe even spank that tight juicy ass of yours again. You really liked that last night.”