Pregnant By Mistake Read online Victoria Snow

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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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“Are you wet, Bella?”

“Yes.” And aching with need. It was amazing how fast he could have me practically writhing.

He stepped up to me, placing one hand on my hip, the other stroked my pussy lips. I moaned at how good his touch felt.

“Widen your legs a bit.” He nudged my thighs apart with his hand. “I’m going to take you from behind. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes.” Just hurry. I was burning with need.

He slid his dick between my legs, through my folds.

I moaned again. “Blake…”

“Yes. What do you want Bella?”

“You. I need you.”

The head of his cock pressed at my entrance. Slowly he pushed in until he filled me. God, it felt so good. Full and tight as usual, but different too. He wasn’t hitting my clit this time, but the angle had him hitting a different part inside of me that made my pussy pulse and burn.

“You feel so good around my cock,” he groaned. He withdrew and thrust again, this time with a little more force. His hands reached around me, tweaking my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt.

“Yes…” I hissed. I tilted my hips, and ground back against him wanting more contact, deeper contact.

“Do you like this?” His breath came hot in my ear as he kissed my neck.

“Yes, so much.”

“Because I want you to like it too, Bella. I want you to enjoy it.”

“I do.” I moaned as his strokes pushed me up and up. “I like it so much.”

“Good.” His hands went to my hips again, and he began to move faster, thrusting in and out, each time hitting the sweetest spot inside me.

“Oh God Blake… I’m going to come.”

“That’s right… come…” His voice was harsh like he was nearing the edge too.

I gripped the edge of the table, as I moved with him, seeking release until I teetered on the brink. He reached around me and rubbed my clit, and like a rocket, my orgasm shot through me. I cried out, my hips pushing back against him wanting more and more.

He let out a feral growl and then thrust hard as his fingers gripped my hips. He continued to plunge in and out, drawing out my pleasure until my strength gave way, and I had to drop to my forearms on the table.

His hands rubbed up my back. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I looked over my shoulder. “I’m spent.”

He smiled. “Good.” He withdrew from me, dealing with the condom, which he buried in the trash, as I straightened my skirt.

“You weren’t worried someone would walk in?” I asked as he returned to me.

“To be honest, I didn’t think about it.” He laughed. “I seem to lose my head with you. But I do know everyone has gone for the day. You’re the only one who works late, Bella. Why is that?”

I shrugged not wanting to tell him I didn’t have much else to do.

He didn’t push me. “Let me walk you down.”

I gathered my things and we made our way to the elevator.

“As you know, I have a meeting with a department store head tomorrow morning, but I’ll meet you at the Met at twelve thirty. Will that work?”

“I’ll have to check with my boss.”

“Is he a hard man?”

I gave him a knowing smile. “Sometimes he’s really hard.”

His laugh included a small growl.

Once I was away from him and heading toward my apartment, I had time to wonder about his proposed trip to the Met. Why was he doing that? Did he have some sort of art fetish? Was it a date? Did he just want to do something nice for me? I couldn’t figure it out. He’d been so clear that this thing between us was just sex. So, what was the trip to the museum about?

Blake

I hoped that Bella enjoyed our afternoon at the Met. I’d wanted to find something I could do for her so this situation didn’t seem so one-sided with me using her to get my rocks off. My first thought was to help her financially if she needed it. I dismissed that idea because it could make it seem like she was a kept woman. I didn’t want to make her feel like a mistress or that she was being paid for sex.

I’d seen the Delacroix exhibit information and thought maybe she’d enjoy it. The next thing was to make sure she didn’t interpret the invite as a date. While I didn’t want to have the appearance of a sordid affair, I also didn’t want her to get any ideas that this would become something more than what it was; sex. She seemed to accept the idea that it was a way to honor our dead loved ones by going out and living.

That was the other thing that baffled me. Why was she such a recluse? A young, beautiful woman like that should be spending time with friends and pursuing her personal interests. Why was she so alone? Maybe when our affair was done, she’d spend more time living in the world, instead of just at work. New York City offered so much in the way of cultural events and activities to fit every hobby or interest. She’d make friends, and perhaps meet a man who could give her the life she wanted and deserved. That last thought had my gut clenching. It was best if I didn’t think about Bella being with another man.


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