Fulfillment Golland, M. (best classic literature TXT) 📖

core. Then, sliding my lips overhim and moving forward, I took him into my mouth, as much of him asI could possibly take. He growled my name and his entire facadetensed deliciously; his pecks, biceps, abdomen and that luscious Vshaped muscle at the top of his pelvis. I don’t know what thatmuscle is called, and to be honest I don’t freakin’ care.

With my freehand, I reached out and traced my fingertip along the defined V,trailing it from his left hip, down into his groin, across thefront of him then back up the other side. Oh. My. God. Thatthing is fucking insanely attractive. My eyes flickered,aroused by the feel of him in my mouth together with taking in hisexquisite form.

“Fuck, I needto be inside of you, Hunny. I can’t fucking watch you stare at melike that anymore and not come.”

I opened mymouth and he pulled away, moving back down the bed. He lifted mylegs, placing kisses up my calves until my heels were rested on hisshoulders. Tilting my pelvis, and angling it toward him, he easedhimself in slowly. I could feel the walls of my pussy clench aroundhim.

His eyes litup at the tightening of my muscles. “You like it like this, don’tyou?”

“Is it thatobvious?” I smiled.

“Yes.” Hebegan to rock into me with an amatory look upon his face, feedingthe journey my orgasm was taking. I bit down on my lip as I felthim delve deep. He rocked in and out, in and out, gripping my hipsand flexing his fingers. “Fuck.”

He shook hishead at me and smirked as his rocking increased—my orgasm with it.My fingers bit down into the bed sheets as the sensation of heatrushed to my head. And, as he slammed his pelvis against my arse, Ilet go; my orgasm rolling out of my mouth in the form of unmuted,explicit, sexual filth. I fucking loved it...and I fucking lovedhim.

CHAPTER TEN

The nextmorning, I woke up thoroughly sated and smiling constantlythroughout the day. I loved and hated how Bryce had that power overme, the power to make me forget everything but him and how he madefeel.

My family andfriends arrived at City Towers for my birthday party; my actualbirthday not til the day after. Bryce had taken it upon himself toorganise the gathering—whether I had wanted it or not—convincing meto agree by saying it was a great way for the special people in ourlives to see where we lived and how happy we were as a family. Hehad also convinced me that it was the perfect time to tell them allthat we were expecting a baby. I tended to agree with him that onebig announcement was much more appealing than many small privateones, with exception of my Mum and Dad, and of course, Rick.

Regardless ofthe fact that my soon-to-be-ex-husband and I had been at eachother’s throats in recent times, and as much as I was still angryat him for having an affair, I still felt he deserved to know aboutmy pregnancy in private—directly from me. Not in a room full ofpeople we all knew. I respected him enough to give him thatbenefit.

Bryce had sentall our guests text messages informing them to check in uponarrival and make their way to the penthouse suite at 6 p. m.—I’mguessing Lucy had a hand in getting Mr. Creepy-Research Clark allthe contact details. I had to hand it to them, the brother andsister duo were well organised and a force to be reckoned with.

My parentsarrived earlier that day upon my request as I couldn’t wait anylonger to let them know about their newest grandchild. Mum had beenbeside herself when we told her our exciting news, congratulatingus both over and over and rubbing my tummy every few minutes. Dad,on the other hand, had been a bit shocked at first, smiling onlymildly and sitting in silence. It wasn’t until I explained to himthat I had no doubts that Bryce was the father and not Rick that heseemed to relax a little. He hadn’t said much to me about Rick’sand my separation and break-up, but I could tell he was furiouswith his son-in-law for breaking his daughter’s heart. I could alsotell he was happy I had left him.

Dad had givenme a tight hug, saying he would have a nice number of littlegrandchildren-farmers to help him with his jobs around the farmsoon enough, and perhaps he could retire early and watch them doall the work for him. Bryce’s brow had furrowed when Dad mentionedwanting to retire early, and I had a good idea of what Bryce wasthinking at that particular moment. I made a mental note to speakto him about it at a later date. As much as Bryce had all the moneyin the world and was more than willing to share it with me and myfamily, my dad was still a very hardworking proud man, and I’m notsure if he would take kindly to Bryce meddling in his privatefinancial affairs—good intentions or not.

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The eveningrolled around quite quickly and deciding what to wear to mybirthday party had been somewhat challenging. Firstly, I didn’twant to choose something that was over-the-top glamorous, aswearing a label such as Versace to begin with was already singlingme out amongst my friends and family, which I didn’t really want. Iwanted this gathering to be intimate and comfortable, one whereregardless of our surroundings we could all feel relaxed and enjoyourselves. Secondly, I had to choose a dress that was not tightfitting. Even though I was not obviously showing at this point intime, a tight dress could reveal our secret, and having someoneguess my pregnancy before we made the announcement would kind of bea buzz-kill.

Clarissa hadbeen a Godsend, helping me find extra pieces of clothing for mywardrobe that were perfect for my soon-to-be swelling waistline.She was such a wonderful help and we had become good friends in theprocess. So, with Clarissa’s amazing fashion know-how, she finallyconvinced me to wear a mid-length, black strapless Versace. It wasloose enough to inconspicuously hide my secret, and it wasperfectly simple and elegant. I loved it.

Being that thedress was black, I could pair it