Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“It’s really hot, you carrying my baby,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking along my skin.
“You have a thing for pregnant women?” I chuckle. Flint didn’t strike me as the type but then again, I don’t know him well enough to predict his tastes.
He shakes his head. “Never cared about them one way or another. But you, everything you do is arousing.”
I run my tongue along my lower lip, my thighs growing slicker. I hope he doesn’t look down and realize I’m drenching myself. “And me being pregnant with your baby arouses you?”
“It’s pretty high on the list.” He ducks his head, pressing a soft kiss to my throat. “Can pregnant women orgasm? Is it safe for you?”
“So safe,” I mutter, turning my head to give him better access. His lips are so soft, and his hands are roaming everywhere, touching my stomach and hips.
“I like the way you smell.”
“It’s my shampoo,” I say. “It’s this special blend of…”
Before I can finish talking, he drops to his knees and buries his face in my panties, his nose against my slit. “Here. I like the way you smell here.”
I groan his name and thread my fingers through his thick hair. When he looks up at me, something I can’t define shining in his eyes, I whisper, “I don’t want to use you.”
“Roommates can do this.”
“Friends,” I repeat his word, feeling something warm in my chest.
“Friends,” he agrees, reaching for my panties and tugging them down. The moment I’m bared to him, he presses the softest, lightest kiss to the inside of my thigh. I close my eyes, letting my head fall back against the wall.
He takes his time, kissing up and down my thighs until I’ve spread my legs for him, and I’m begging him to kiss me there. I feel him smile against my skin, clearly having enjoyed teasing me.
When he spreads my pussy lips with his fingers, I whimper as cool air hits my overheated body. I’m soaked, and we both know it. My quiet noise is the only encouragement he needs as he licks my slit, lapping up all of my cream. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming against his face and grinding against him as I seek my release.
He catches me as I collapse, my knees going weak. The smirk he gives me is filled with satisfaction that he made me come. His beard is soaked and his hair is mussed from where my fingers were in it.
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “You’re beautiful when you’re coming.”
He starts to set me down, but I make a noise of protest. After that amazing orgasm, I want another one. “Pregnant women can have sex.”
He goes still and searches my face. “Really?”
“If you want to,” I murmur, slipping a hand beneath his shirt and running my fingers lightly across his chest.
He shudders under my touch. “I don’t have…condoms…on me.”
“I think that ship has sailed. We’re not going to get pregnant again, and I’m healthy.”
“Same,” he murmurs and presses a kiss to my lips, tongue invading my mouth. He kisses me slowly, letting me taste my essence.
My hands go to his back, pulling him closer so I can grind against him. As soon as my pussy connects with the stiff material of his jeans, I pull back. “Get these off.”
“Yes, boss.” He yanks down his pants and briefs so I can see his cock. My hands are on it in an instant, squeezing his hot length. I pump him, listening to his groans as the fire inside of me burns hotter and hotter.
“Get inside me,” I finally gasp when I know we’re both desperately close to coming.
He doesn’t hesitate. He pins me against the wall, lifting me up until I’m impaled firmly on his cock. He buries his head in my shoulder. His breath warm against my neck, I can feel every panting breath. There’s nothing like having him in control, moving me where he wants me like I’m lighter than a feather.
I reach for my clit, circling the tight bundle of nerves then I’m bucking against his body as my orgasm starts. Through the haze of pleasure, I feel him coming. His hot seed fills my channel, but he doesn’t stop. He just keeps moving me, moving both of us as we find our pleasure together.
When I’m spent, he sets me on the edge of my desk and smiles down at me. The warmth in his eyes could almost convince me that this is meant to be. That what we have is real and not just an incredibly hot fling I had for three days.
“I need my panties,” I tell him and put a hand on his chest. I’m going to push away from him, grab my clothes and put myself back together again. It’s the only thing I can think to do. Otherwise, I might say or do something really dumb, like tell him I want to be more than roommates or friends.