Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Mack’s breathing grows heavy as his eyes rake over every inch of me. Last week it had been a mad dash with him only shoving my dress up and burying his face between my thighs. I hadn’t been laid out naked for him. If I wasn’t so turned on, I would feel a bit shy.
“The rest,” he growls. His voice is almost unrecognizable. The sound has my nipples growing painfully hard. “Now,” he snaps.
“I still don’t know why I can’t go to the gym.” I’m talking nonsense, but I often ramble when I get nervous or unsure of something. I hook my fingers into my panties and pull them down my legs and toss them away.
He suddenly falls to his knees on the side of the bed. I let out a squeal when he grabs my ankles and pulls me down to the edge. My ass is almost falling off the side.
“You think I’m going to let you take all this to the gym?” He runs his hands up the outside of my thighs and up my hips. I know I’ve put on a little weight already. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or because I can’t stop eating. I’m sure it’s both.
“The point is taking all this to the gym,” I manage to get out as his hands continue to explore my naked body.
“No, I can barely keep men away when you’re fully dressed. I don’t want to think what would happen if you’re in a sports bra and yoga pants with these tits.” He cups my breasts in each of his hands. His thumbs graze over my nipples. “Bouncing away.”
“Mack.” I moan when he sucks one nipple into his mouth. This is not happening. He releases it with a pop and then goes to the next.
“Besides. You could lose weight, and we can’t have that. These are perfect.” He sucks my other nipple into his mouth. I drop my head back. This is the first time my nipples aren’t in pain.
“Need you.” I slip my fingers into his hair.
“You think I don’t know you’ve been getting yourself off at night when you go to bed?” I close my eyes as my face flushes. “Is it because you think about me eating your sweet pussy and want more?”
“Mack, please.”
“Answer me, Sunshine.”
“Yes,” I blurt out, opening my eyes. A smile pulls at his lips.
“Then we’ll make a deal. Each night before bed you come to my bedroom, naked, and I’ll eat your cunt.”
“Mack!” I hiss. He did not just say that.
“Agree, and I’ll give you what you need.” His fingers slip between my thighs, and he starts to play with my clit. He’s holding back, only lightly brushing his fingers against it. Not enough to give me what I really need. “Do we have a deal, Sunshine? Each night you come to me. Naked.” He licks his lips. “Give me this.”
“Yes, please!” It’s too much. My whole body is on edge.
“With pleasure.” He shifts his hands to slip under my ass before lifting me off the bed as he buries his face between my thighs. His mouth goes straight for my clit. The first orgasm is fast.
It hits me so hard I scream out his name. He doesn’t stop there. Truthfully, I don’t know when he stopped. One orgasm bleeds into another until sleep takes me.
13
MACK
Jell-O salad is fucking hard to prepare. So hard that I had to call my mom to come over.
“You took the day off to make this?” Mom pokes at the finally completed Jell-O salad. With her help, the final product looks exactly like the picture.
“She was desperate for it last night and started crying when we read the instructions, and it said you had to let the whole thing sit for three hours.” Then we had the best night of my life. Hers, too, I hope, although her first thought in the morning was about the damned Jell-O salad. I used my tongue to successfully distract her and had a brief mad thought that she could transfer her craving for a particular food to me.
After she left for work, I slapped myself in the head and decided to win her over the right way—and went to the store.
“Upset stomach and unusual food cravings,” Mom murmurs. She taps her chin in thought.
Alarmed, I bark, “Are those the symptoms of some kind of cancer?”
She gives me an odd look before shaking her head. “No. Nothing to be too concerned about.” She slides the Jell-O salad into the refrigerator. When she returns to the table, she covers one of my hands with hers. “Now, son, I know you love this girl. What are you going to do about it?”
“If you know I love her, why are you setting me up on blind dates?”
“Because I thought it would spur you into action, and it did.” Her smile looks smug as if she’s got some secret knowledge.