Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
The strong, stiff muscle between my fingers is like a physical representation of his desire for me. Seeing and feeling him so hard goes beyond words and digs down into something primal in me that reacts automatically. Thoughts of babies–his babies–fill my mind.
So soon? He hasn’t even been inside me yet, and I’m thinking about him getting me pregnant.
I grip his manhood and pull him closer, letting his shaft spread me open for him. He groans and leans close, letting his lips hover just a hair’s breadth from me. I push my hips forward, just begging for him to take me. But he shakes his head.
“No. Not here. Not in this filthy garage. You deserve better, princess.”
He moves like he’s going to step back, but I throw my arms around him and pull him back.
“No.” I shake my head. “Here. Now. I can’t wait any longer, Nash. Not after what you just pulled back at your apartment.”
He sighs and looks me straight in the eyes. “I’m so sorry for that, Grace. I didn’t–”
“Be quiet,” I say. He looks back at me, shocked. “Just take me, Nash. Take me and make me yours. Right here. Right now.”
I feel his cock pulse in my hand. It jerks hard with such strength. I still don’t believe it’s going to fit inside me, but I’m dying to try.
“You’re sure?” he asks. I nod once, my gaze firm.
“Don’t make me beg, Daddy.” A shock shoots through my chest. Daddy? Did I really just call him Daddy? I wasn’t planning on it. I didn’t think about it. It just came out.
And shockingly, it feels so good.
Nash’s lips twist into a deviant smile. He leans in and kisses me, pressing the crown of his cock into my soaked folds, spreading me opening and teasing my entrance. “Okay, princess. I won’t make you beg. Just take a deep breath, okay? Because this might hurt at first.”
“Okay.” I nod. “I’m ready.”
7
NASH
Grace is the most beautiful woman in the world, and I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive. When she walked into my shop, my whole life changed. And now it’s about to change again. I’m about to make her mine forever.
Her cheeks are flushed from the heat and the expectation of what’s about to happen. Her eyes are locked on mine like I’m the only man in the universe. And if she wants to look at me like that, then I’ll damn sure be that.
She lies beneath me on my filthy workbench, looking like a dream come true. She deserves better than this–fresh linens and light from a crystal chandelier, not some old work lamps. But she begged for it, so I’m gonna give it to her.
The crown of my cock is pressed between her soaked folds, gently spreading her open just enough to give me a feel of what’s to come. Her breasts rise and fall with each expectant breath, and her hands grip the edge of the bench in preparation.
This moment is ours. It’s been building and building since the moment she stepped out of that fancy Rolls Royce that’s sitting just a few feet away from us. She may have not known it, but she wanted me then, and she wants me now. She needs me now.
And I need her.
“Here it comes, princess,” I tell her, smiling softly as I push forward. I feel her acceptance in the way her thighs part wider for me. The way she tilts her hips to the best angle to take me in. The way her lips part and her mouth opens and her eyes stare at me with a look of disbelief but also swollen with pleasure as I press my rock-hard cock into her virgin hole.
I groan as I feel her tight walls stretch around my girth. I grab her breasts, hard and hungry, holding the soft, perky flesh like it belongs to me. It does. All of Grace belongs to me now.
“Good girl,” I tell her as I press more of my inches into her hot, slick pussy. “You take it so fucking well.”
“Do I, Daddy?” she mewls, her face so adorable as she looks up at me. I nod, thrusting deeper. She flinches, and I feel her cherry break.
“That’s it,” I soothe her, caressing her cheeks with my hands. “Now you’re mine.”
She nods, gasping for air. “Yes. Yours…”
I bring my lips to the tender spot where her jaw meets her earlobe and kiss her delicately, causing her to moan and drape her arms over my back. I kiss down her neck, tasting the night’s rain on her skin as she traces my muscles with her fingertips. I move lower, dragging my lips over her breasts. I take a nipple between my lips and suck gently, and she arches into me.
My cock bottoms out inside her, and a sense of euphoria grips me. “This body was made for me, princess.”