Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Watching her now, laughing and joking around with both of our families, I knew that this was going to hurt if she ever decided to leave.
Or I decided to fuck things up.
CHAPTER 15
Just remember, your mouth can’t make you pregnant.
-Val to Zip
NASH
She’d been acting weird all day.
First, she made sure I was fed. Both breakfast and lunch.
And though that wasn’t a ‘weird’ thing, it was weird how she made sure I ate my entire plate, and that it was very healthy.
She was more of a ‘let’s order junk’ kind of girl.
She’d also forced me to watch the race, even though I’d rather do anything but.
However, adrenaline pumping at the end of it, my team had won.
Thank fucking God.
Which meant that I had a pump to my mid-day that hadn’t been there before.
Also, over the course of the last hour, she’d lost more and more of her clothing to the point where I couldn’t decide whether to look at her or the race, which had never been an issue for me before.
The race always came first.
Until now.
Which led us to the current moment in time.
She was in nothing but panties and one of my t-shirts, and I had no fuckin’ clue something like that could be so damn sexy.
But there I was.
“I’m sorry, but what did you just say?” I asked, knowing I heard her correctly, but also knowing that she was serious as fuck.
“It’s time to do it,” she said as she slowly started removing her panties. “You’ve been putzing around the topic for too long. I’ve felt your cock. I know it’s hard for me. I know you want me. But you’re too scared because you think that there might be something wrong with your performance. Therefore, we’re going to find out, once and for all.”
“It’s too early,” I tried.
But the sight of her naked body emerging from her billowy clothes was enough to get my cock so hard that I was rethinking my nervousness about the situation.
“It’s not too early,” she said as the last article of clothing dropped to the floor, and she stood gloriously naked in front of me. “And it’s a perfect time, right before your chemo treatment tomorrow.”
“I…” I started, but she stilled any argument that I had by dropping her naked body into my lap, turning, and straddling my thighs.
There was no pain or discomfort—unless you counted my hard cock as being pained and discomforted—and I really had no argument for her as she brought her mouth down to mine and kissed me.
Surprise and elation at her boldness shot through me, and before I could stop myself, I was kissing her back and forgetting again why I didn’t want to do this.
In this particular situation, it was definitely more of a ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’
I’d been denying the both of us for days, and I’d felt great, so there’d been no excuse other than my worry that things wouldn’t work right down there after the surgery.
But she was taking away every single hesitation with only a kiss.
A practically naked kiss.
Her hot pussy was rubbing up along my cock, the barrier of my sweatpants doing nothing compared to her heat.
Before I could talk some sense into myself about why this was a bad idea, I was shoving off my sweatpants with one hand.
It’d been days of deprivation.
Since the day at the circus where I watched her performance, she’d done nothing but tease me and taunt me.
Oh, she’d been subtle about it, but it was enough that I didn’t feel pressured in the least, but the temptation was there.
I was a bottle rocket already lit.
And sorry to say, this probably wouldn’t be all that good for her.
Not with how worked up I was.
The two of us were all desperate hands and lashing tongues.
She shifted so that my pants could make it down over my cock, and then she was poised above it, waiting.
“Okay?” she asked.
In answer, I shoved her down on my cock.
The wet heat of her pussy around my turgid length was enough to have me shouting in need.
“Holy fuck!” I cried out, unable to control my actions.
“Shit,” she breathed, grinding down on me. “Holy shit.”
Agreed.
Without thought, we both started to move.
Me in and out of her hot pussy, pulling her hips up and down with my actions. And her joining the rhythm, not quite in sync, but not caring in the slightest.
She all but collapsed forward, her face going to the crook of my neck, and she moaned.
“Your pubic hair is rubbing my clit,” she gasped.
I pushed her forward, tilting her hips so that she got more contact, and she… detonated.
There was no other word for it.
Her face turned in, and her teeth latched onto my throat, right at the top of my collar bone.
Her fingernails dug into my arms, and then she tensed around me.