Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Which brings me to the penultimate issue. Here it is April and Mila is really starting to show. It was easy over the winter because we all had on a lot of clothes, you know but now it's getting warmer, she is getting hotter in the temperature since and she does not like clothes now. As soon as she knows we are in my room for the night she is out of her clothes. Of course this leads to endless night of fucking where neither of us get any sleep, but who the hell needs rest? Luckily I have a bathroom in my room.
She asked me the other night how long we were going to keep this a secret and the truth is I don’t want to hide it. I want to let everyone know she belongs to me and I have the baby in her belly to prove it. However, I am worried. Her father is spiraling and I am close, so damn close to pulling off everything, but one hitch, one false move and everything crumbles.
“Mmm. Jake, what time is it?” her little puffs of breath brush against the skin of my neck where her head is laying. Goosebumps sweep up and down my body, shivers of desire and utter adoration for the miracle I am holding in my arms. Both of them.
“Almost time to get ready to go.” She nods a little and then starts stretching which makes her tits bounce and like the fucking dog I am my mouth begins to water. “I can’t wait for your milk to come in.” I say smacking them. I love to watch them move up and down and turn a little red from the love taps.
“Jake..don’t.” She moans, her hips moving from side to side. I feel her cream dripping onto my thighs and my cock starts trying to stand up for round four but we don’t have time for that. So, I slide my fingers between her legs and split the lips of her pussy, rubbing her swollen clit slowly and just the right amount of pressure.
“That’s right, dirty girl. Fuck my fingers like a the greedy bitch you are. Come all over my fingers baby and make yourself feel good.” She moves her hips faster and faster against my fingers. Her slick pussy makes it easy to slide inside of her warmth and coat them before pulling them out and licking her desire from my fingers. “God you taste so good, angel.” Gripping her hair I turn her head and growl. “Kiss me with the taste of your pussy on my lips and come little girl.”
Whimpering against my mouth she does as she is told and I feel her clit pulse while her tongue flits around my mouth trying to reach for the end game. My own cock is wrestling under her ass, aching to slither into his territory, but I can't so instead I flick her clit with my finger and curse when my cock begins to spray all over her ass and she cries out yet again. “We are going to be so late.” She says into my neck, kissing it.
“Whose fault is that?”
“Yours child’s. I am blaming the baby for why I am always so horny.” God I love it when she pouts.
“Speaking of, let’s get a move on love.” Nodding, she gets up to get dressed and I walk into the bathroom to clean up. I manage to get my boxers on when the front door closes. “Shit.” I thought we would be out of here before he got home.
“Is that..?” She looks at me panicked and I feel like shit. I have talked about how much of an asshole he is so much that now she is scared and she has no reason to be.
“It’s going to be fine baby. I am sure he is going to pass right out, baby. Let’s just get dressed and go.” Nodding, she begins to get dressed.
Once we are both clothed, practically matching in denim and a white shirt, I grab her bookbag and my wallet, lace our fingers together and walk out the door. I am silently praying he is in the room laying down but when I hear my mom fussing around in the kitchen I know he is in the living room and asked her to make him food. Mila squeezes my hand and I turn, smiling at her before we enter the kitchen. “Jacob, good. I need you to..” His back was to us but he turns in the middle of his sentence and almost drops his coffee.
“Well son, are you going to introduce us?” I don’t like the tone of his voice but we need to get out of here so I am going to try to hold it together.
“Mila, this is my father, Morris.” She attempts to move, I assume to hold out her hand but not for him. I am not going to let her touch him.