Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I shook my head. “Surprisingly, I understood every bit of that.”
And she was right. I had gotten my ex-wife pregnant. So obviously I wasn’t sterile.
A sense of relief flitted through me at the understanding.
I hadn’t realized that I’d been bothered by the possibility that I might not be able to have kids.
Smoothing my hands up the outside of Jubilee’s thighs, I allowed myself to think about her being pregnant with my kids, and found myself irrationally intrigued by the idea.
She was already sexy as hell—my little goth queen. But imagining her with my baby in her belly did things to my dick that I wasn’t willing to admit right then.
“Now that we have that settled,” I said, hands stopping their trek at the top of her thighs where they met her hips. “Reach over into that drawer right there and pull out a condom.”
She went completely still for a few long seconds before doing as I said.
Her body shifted on top of mine, and I steadied her as she reached for the drawer for the box of condoms I’d stopped to get before I’d stopped for our burgers earlier in the day.
I heard the drawer open, then she laughed and said, “I only feel a gun in here, Zee. No box.”
“Top drawer,” I huffed out a laugh. “You’re in the second one.”
“Condoms first, guns second?” she teased.
I squeezed her hips and waited patiently for her to get the condoms before answering.
When she was once again settled onto my lap, I said, “More like the gun is in the drawer that’s easier for me to reach into without getting out of bed.”
She placed the box of condoms on my chest, along with another item.
“So, what’s in this bottle?” she wondered, pressing down on it slightly. “Gun oil, or lube?”
I found myself grinning as I said, “Lube.”
“Why?” she asked.
I smoothed my hand back down her thigh before returning back up. Only this time following the inside line before coming to a stop with my thumbs on the hem of her panties.
I burrowed my thumbs just a scant millimeter underneath the edges of the elastic that rounded her thighs before answering.
“Lube is a general, all-around good thing to have on hand,” I said. “You never know what you’ll need it for.”
Her breathing hitched as I pushed just a little bit farther inside, feeling the hair on her pussy.
“Like…my pussy?” she asked. “Because I’m fairly sure that you won’t have any problem getting in there.”
I couldn’t help myself from pushing the rest of the way inside, searching for the seam of her sex with both thumbs.
I found it in seconds, and all I had to do was sweep my thumbs over the crevice to feel just how right she was.
“No,” I agreed. “It doesn’t feel like you would need it…there.”
Her breathing hitched.
“I’ve never done that,” she whispered.
I grinned and pulled one of my hands away, bringing it to my lips, where I brought the digit to my mouth.
“No?” I asked, opening my mouth and allowing my tongue free to lick her off.
Her flavor burst on my tongue, and suddenly all I could think about was having her pussy hovering over my face as I ate her.
“Take your panties off,” I urged gruffly.
She didn’t hesitate to fall to the side and yank her panties free.
The blue light from the alarm clock, paired with the nightlight that I could see plugged in across the room, cast an eerie glow and allowed me to see her fairly clearly.
Which was why I saw her struggle getting her panties off.
Grinning, I set the box of condoms and lube aside and reached for her legs.
“Patience, baby,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She scoffed.
“A man like you tells a girl like me to take her panties off, and she’s going to rush,” she said. “What if you change your mind?”
I chuckled deep in my throat and reached for her just as she finally kicked her panties free. The moment she was unbound, her legs spread wide. In one swift movement, I picked her up and laid back on the bed, this time with her body straddling my chest.
“Uhh,” she said, sounding hesitant now. “I don’t know…”
Then I once again urged her forward, and she got my drift.
“I’ve never done this either,” she said as I slid down the bed and she scooted up it.
I couldn’t stop myself from tasting her if I tried.
The moment that she was in place above me, I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and urged her lower.
The first thing that hit me was her smell.
Sweet and tart—just like a woman should smell.
“Did you just smell me?” she asked, sounding horrified.
“Yeah,” I agreed, not sounding horrified. “You smell delicious.”
“I don’t know…”
I leaned forward and captured one of her lips lightly between two teeth and tugged. “Stop thinking so hard. You smell good.”