Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“It just seems so crazy,” January says.
“But he’s a viable candidate. I did a little research on him. I don’t know. It’s not like we can just walk up to the White House and ask the President of the United State of America about his sperm. At least not since 1998. It’s just not done.” They laugh.
“Okay, we won’t cross him off. We’ll figure out some way to contact him, unless another man is out father. How’s that?” January asks.
“Very diplomatic,” I say, chuckling.
“January?” Oliver, her fiancé, asks off-camera.
“Oooh, I gotta go, ladies. Love you. Talk soon.”
“Love you,” the rest of us say and the call ends.
We’ve already gone to see Jay Watkins and he never donated sperm. To be honest, it didn’t look like he ever left his house, but who knows what he was like back in the day. We found some fun things to do in Cleveland, but really, this is the first time we’ve been apart, and I absolutely hate it. I take a quick shower and wrap myself in a bathrobe. I take the time to blow dry my hair and then start to worry after another two hours when he’s still not back.
Finally, he comes back with food in hand. I don’t say anything, because I don’t want to be that kind of girlfriend, but he’s been gone for two hours.
“Sorry, baby. I got held up, but I thought we could stay in tonight.”
“Where’d you go?” I ask, failing miserably at not asking him.
“Just had some phone calls to make and then grabbed dinner. I didn’t expect to be gone so long. Did you miss me?”
“Yes. Didn’t you miss me?”
“You know I did. Now, come give me a kiss.” I grin at him and move closer to him. He sets the bags in hands down and sweeps me up in his arms. Suddenly, I am on the bed under him. He’s yanked open my robe and he’s naked. When the hell did that happen. He slides inside of me. I can’t help feeling a sense of rightness. Like he’s exactly where he belongs. Like I’m exactly where I belong.
“Ken,” I moan, which seems to be all I can do.
“I know, baby. I know.”
“Fuck,” I groan as I flip us over. I want to ride his cock. He lets me take over easily, thankfully. I am not sure I could have done that without his help. My blonde hair falls around my shoulders.
He skims his hands from my hips and begins to roam up my ribcage until he’s holding my tits in his hands. He squeezes them and pulls on my nipples until they are tight peaks. He sits up a bit so he can suck on them.
“I just need…” I trail off. I need to fuck him. That’s what I need.
“I know what you need. Put me inside of you.” Lifting off of him, just a little bit, I grip his cock and stroke him off while I glide my very wet pussy over him. “Fuck, April. That’s exactly what I am lacking right now. Get on my cock right the fuck now or I’m going to blow everywhere but your womb,” he growls. I smirk at him and stroke him slowly, a few more times before I do as I was told and position him at my entrance. Then I slide down his shaft so slowly. So, so, so slowly. His hands make their way back to my hips. He grips them tightly. When he’s balls deep inside of me, I begin to move. I alternate bouncing and grinding my pussy on him. I tug on my nipples before sliding my hand the front of my body. My skin is so sensitive right now, goosebumps pop up all over my body. I rub my clit in time with my bounces.
“God, you feel amazing inside me. I’m so full,” I moan. His hands tighten on my hips. He’s not unaffected by this. I can feel his cock pulsating inside me.
“Fuck yes it does,” he agrees. “Come for me, baby. Let me hear you. Let me feel you.” He removes one hand from my hip and rubs my clit, sending me right over the edge.
“Ken!” I cry, over and over until I feel him fill me again. As soon as he does, I drop down onto his chest.
“Fuck, baby. That’s never going to get old is it?”
I love this man. I love him so fucking much it’s crazy.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
KENDRICK
Ben Simmons is a riot. April and I are in the home of one of the men she is looking into in Cincinnati, Ohio. As he opened the door, we realized the list had the wrong date of birth for him. He is aged like a grandfather and is hilarious. He is 70 years old and still kicking. I can tell he doesn't get many visitors because of how eager he was for us to come inside.