Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Your body is perfection, baby. Perfection.”
Before I can respond, he drops to his knees. A brief spark of unease shoots through me as his eyes level with my baby bump. I used to have a nice flat stomach there, but not anymore.
“Then you don’t mind the…?” I tilt my eyes down and indicate my little belly.
“Mind it? You’ve got to be kidding, sweetie. I think it’s so sexy.”
And then his mouth is on me. He drags his wet, warm tongue up my slit without a moment’s hesitation. From hole to clit, like he’s done this to me a thousand times. A massive shiver flows through me, and I cry out as the pleasure follows.
“Oh my God, Jason!”
It’s almost too much to handle, and when I look down, I see his gorgeous caramel eyes looking right up at me.
He grabs my butt firmly with both hands and squeezes hard. His tongue is pure magic, and it’s not long before I feel my climax approaching. And somehow, Jason must know. I can see it in his eyes. He groans against me, enhancing the sensation. But just as I’m about to go over the edge, he pulls back. He stops.
It’s like a splash of cold water in the face.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I stammer. “I was right there!”
He grabs me by the wrist and pulls me down the hall to his bedroom. I can tell he wants to be rougher with me, but he’s being considerate because of my pregnancy.
He lays me down beneath him and slides inside me. I gasp as he stretches me. Without even thinking, I reach out and grab on to him. My hands find his shoulders, so thick, so wide, so strong. I remember what he told me when he first took me, and I take a deep breath as he plunges deep inside me.
So deep.
So thick.
And I love every bit of it. And as Jason begins to pound me faster and faster, I now see why he stopped when he did out in the hall. Why he denied me my climax.
“Oh my God,” I moan. “I’m right there! I’m going to come!”
“Yes, you are, baby.” He grins. My God, he’s so sexy. He knew exactly what he was doing, and each thrust gets me closer and closer. I can feel him swelling larger inside me too – which I did not think was even possible. “And seeing as how you can’t get pregnant now…”
“Oh, you mean because I already am?” I ask.
Jason leans in and kisses me deeply. Somehow even with his cock inside me, the feeling of his lips against mine and his tongue in my mouth is even more intimate.
My climax hits me like a meteor plunging down from space.
I grip Jason and pull him as close to me as possible. I want to melt into him, become one with his incredible body.
At the very same time, I feel his cock flex inside me. His arms clutch me tight as he sprays his seed, coating what feels like all of my insides.
My God, it’s so warm. So sticky. Like it’s meant to stay there for good.
So hot.
We hold each other there for a while. I don’t know how long, but it’s a long time. Finally, I groan, take a deep breath, and shove Jason off me.
“You’re a real bastard, you know it?”
Jason turns quickly and looks at me. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me,” I reply, fending off his playful rib-attack as he pokes at me. “You’re a bastard!”
“Oh, yeah? For making you come again?”
“Not for that,” I sigh.
“For what then?”
“Because…I’m just not ready for this.”
“Ah.” Jason smiles. He turns onto his side and wraps a caring arm around me. “The girl who got herself into Yale is doubting herself?”
“That’s so much different, Jason! This is a baby! I’m gonna have to tell my parents about it. And I can’t go to Yale with a child, Jason.”
“That’s true.” He nods. “You could, however, get back into piano.”
“Oh God, Jason,” I groan. “I haven’t played in years. I don’t even know if I’m any good anymore, I–”
“Don’t worry about that,” he says, gently caressing my breast. “I just so happen to know Barry Smith, world-class piano teacher. I’ll have him come by the house tomorrow and you can play for him.”
The baby stirs in my belly, along with another dose of anxiety that courses through me. “You can’t be serious. Barry Smith? The Barry Smith?”
“Oh, you’ve heard of him?” Jason asks.
“Every piano player on earth has heard of him, Jason!”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared. Lucy Anderson isn’t scared, is she?”
This man knows just how to push my buttons. The ones that get me going in all the ways possible.
I narrow my eyes at him and give him a poke right in the chest. “Scared? Who said I was scared?”