Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
It seems like as much as she wants to deny both mine and the doctor’s assumption that she’s pregnant, the mere possibility has put her in a bind. The very mention of her needing to rest because of her condition, something I have no idea about, to be honest, was enough to make her settle down and do as she’s told.
Since it was my first time seeing an obedient Roxana, I’m not yet a hundred percent sure that it wasn’t a fluke, but I can’t wait to test it out. Now I find myself looking back at her every few minutes from my place at the desk where I was once again going over all the information we’d compiled together with Track. I haven’t told her as yet that she’s out; I’m waiting for Lyon to work his magic though I’m not sure how far he’d get with this one. She’s not exactly cooperative, but there’s no way I’m letting her deal with this shit after today.
I have to keep fighting back the fear that threatens to crawl up my lungs whenever I look at her. She’s a tiny little thing—something I’d overlooked in the last few days because of her forceful personality. But now, looking at her through the eyes of the man she now belongs to, I’m seeing her in a new light. She looks too small to carry my child.
I felt that tight knot of fear wrap itself around my throat again and squeeze. I always thought that if I ever had a kid, I’d want a son, but now that I’m faced with the reality, I hope with everything in me that she’s carrying a girl, one as tiny as she is, for her sake. “Fuck, the doctor said there’s two.” I jumped up from my chair and headed for the door. I need to talk to my sister and the other women upstairs… but I can’t leave her to wake up alone.
I looked back at the bed torn. I closed my eyes and reminded myself that women have been giving birth since forever. Somehow that didn’t seem to matter now that it was her. I wasn’t this afraid when Ash was pregnant; in fact, I used to laugh at Gideon when he was the one in the hot seat, but now I know how he felt.
I don’t know how long I stood there before I heard her small voice calling out to me. “Jason?” I turned and walked back to the bed where she was stirring. “I’m right here love, do you need anything?” When she held out her arms for me to come to her, so unlike her, I felt my heart swell.
I kicked off my shoes and pulled my shirt off over my head, and she laughed playfully when I joined her on the bed because she knew what was coming. Her laughter turned into a sigh of pleasure when I lifted my oversized shirt up over her flat tummy and placed a kiss there.
I said a silent to them before making my way down her body to between her thighs which she spread for me willingly. Her scent was intoxicating, her taste refreshing and sweet, and when I gave her my tongue, her sweet moans were music to my ears. I was gentle with her now, more gentle than before. With each lick of my tongue into her succulent flesh, there came the reminder that this being was now the most precious thing in my world, her and the child or children she carried.
Now that I had her in my arms, the fear turned into want, and I ate her out more ferociously, letting her sweet nectar burst forth on my tongue. My cock hurt; he wanted inside her so bad. But I paced myself, not willing to take her now with the need so high in me. I’m not willing to risk hurting her.
I only gave in to the need when she tugged at my hair to get me to come to her, and even then, I was careful with her as I took my cock in hand and eased it into her. We both released sighs of pleasure once I was planted deep inside her, and I held still listening to my senses and everything around me.
This is new, a myriad of feelings that had nothing to do with the pleasure I feel for her, but more, something exciting and new. I started moving inside her, still as deep but with more care. It added another element to our lovemaking, one that I didn’t mind at all. Her pussy was just as tight as always, but there was a new softness and heat there that drew me in and made my head swirl with unbridled lust.
She seemed softer somehow beneath my hands, and though there were no noticeable changes in her body, there was something brewing just beneath the surface that I knew would hold me captive for the rest of my life. We moved together in perfect harmony, her body taking me in as she lifted off the bed to accept me.