Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
"What if we did date night three times a week?" I counter, taking a step closer to him, hoping to cut the distance between us. “Wherever or whenever you want." I take another step forward, hoping he doesn't back away. “And I promise to never, ever sneak out of the house in the morning." I don't tell him that what I want is for us to be in one house. That after being away from him these past couple of weeks, all I want is to be with him. "I want it all, and I want it with you.”
He takes a step toward me. “It’s been twelve years,” he points out.
“I know,” I say. “Trust me, I know. I spent all night going through it over and over."
"All night?” he asks as he takes one more step toward me, the distance getting shorter and shorter.
I can feel my heart start to beat so fast it might come out of my chest. "Since we are being honest." I tap my legs with my fingers to calm myself. “It wasn't just yesterday." I take one more step, and now we are almost face-to-face. “It's been from the beginning. I just didn't want to admit it to myself." I look down, and the need to touch him is so strong, but I hold it back. "I'm scared." I say those two words that I've never said in my whole life. Two words that make me feel the most vulnerable.
He puts his forefinger under my chin and lifts my head to look into his eyes. “You don't ever have to be scared when you are with me." His voice comes out in a whisper.
I raise my hands and place them on his chest. I can feel the heat coming through his shirt. I can feel the way his heart beats under my hand. “I promise that if you give me another chance, I will make it worth it." I lick my lips. “I'm sorry." I smile as the tears roll down. “I'm so sorry."
He puts his forehead on mine. “It's about fucking time," he says right before he softly kisses my lips. My hands move from his chest to his cheeks. “You aren't a dumbass." His hand falls from under my chin toward my hips. “But you are a pain in my ass." I throw my head back, and I can't help the laughter that escapes me. At that moment, I feel another kick, and I gasp. My hand goes to my stomach.
"It seems our baby"—I smile at him—“agrees with you." I take his hand and put it on my stomach, and now it's his turn to gasp.
"You got so big," he says, his eyes going big when the smile leaves my face. “I didn't mean it like that." I look down and see his hand on my stomach.
"It's not the only thing that got bigger," I mention to him, and my nipples tingle. "Also, I don't know what is in this baby thing, but I've never been hornier in my life."
"Is that your way of saying you missed my dick?" he jokes with me, and I cup his cock.
"You know what I missed the most?" I ask him as my hand rubs up and down his cock. “Having this in my mouth." I don't even wait for him to say anything before I sink to my knees, my hands working in a frenzy to free his cock. It takes me less than a second, and the minute I pull his boxers down, his cock springs free. “Hi." My hand fists his cock as I lick the precum off him. “I missed you, too." I suck the head into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the head of his cock before taking half of it into my mouth again. “Hmm," I say, closing my eyes and trying to take him deeper and deeper.
"Gorgeous." He says my nickname, and all I can do is open my eyes and look up at him as I swallow his cock. His hips move just a touch to feed me more of his cock. My hand grips the base of his cock, jerking him. "Shit," he says and then takes a step back.
"What are you doing?" I ask him under protest when he lifts me.
"I haven't had you in a long time." His lips crash on mine, his tongue sliding against mine. “And the last place I'm going to come is in your mouth." He wraps his arm around my waist and picks me up.
"Well, at least I know eventually tonight you are coming down my throat," I tease as he walks up the stairs and to his bed. “We could fuck on the couch," I plead with him.
"I want you naked," he states, walking into his room. “In the middle of my bed." He puts me down, and his hand goes straight to the string behind my back. He pulls it loose, and the top falls down to my waist. "Fuck," he says, looking at my tits that are busting out of this half lace bra; he cups both tits, and I hiss out.