Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby. Take that fucking cock down your throat. I love it when you let me fuck your pretty mouth.” He stood still until I urged his hips forward as if giving them permission to fuck me. Soon he was thrusting without encouragement, and his cock filling up my throat, closing off until I gasped for air. I pulled away and took a deep breath, and he pulled me up to my feet and spun me around.
Once he had me bent forward, he rubbed his cock, which was still moist with my spit, between my labia. He stroked me with his shaft and then pressed his thumb against my tight star.
“I’m going to fuck this too.” He pushed his cock into my pussy and then filled my other hole with his thumb, which he pumped in and out in an opposite rhythm so that a part of him never left me.
The pleasure grew so intense that moments later I felt like I was out of my body and looking down on myself. “I’m going to come!” I pushed myself against him, pulling him deep as my walls milked his cock.
“Fuck! Me too, baby.” He gripped my hips, holding himself hard against me as he filled my pussy with his hot seed. I felt the tickle as it shot into me, and it felt amazing as I pulsed around his cock.
He pulled out long enough to let his release trickle down my thighs, and then he raked his finger along the wetness and brought it to my mouth where I sucked his fingers clean.
He kissed my mouth like he wanted to experience the taste himself, and then he turned and walked toward the door. “I’ll be right back. I need a drink of water,” he said with a raspy voice. He disappeared around the corner, and I lay back feeling sated; blissful that we were going to be together.
As soon as he appeared in the doorway, looking down at something small in his hands, my heart sank. “What the hell is this?” His eyes filled with tears as he held up the pregnancy test.
“Oh, shit, I forgot all about that,” I said, sitting up. “It’s got a plus sign.” He held it out. “That means you’re pregnant, right?”
My heart thrummed so hard that it was loud in my ears. “What? You’re kidding!” I was across the room so fast my feet barely touched the floor.
“No, that’s what it says.” He held it out, and I looked to the indicator to see a tiny pink plus sign. “We’re going to have a baby?” He wobbled a little on his feet, and I led him to the bed where he sat looking like someone had knocked the wind out of him.
“I’ll call around and see if I can’t get into a doctor’s office. We should really make sure we confirm it until we get too excited, right?”
“I’ll drive you down to the pharmacy, and we’ll buy one of each kind if you want, but I remember reading a long time ago that false positives are not that common.”
“Can we still go and get another test?” I asked.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. “Yes, if you want.” I pulled my skirt down and straightened my hair as he went across the room and grabbed his pants.
Ten minutes later we were on our way to the store in his truck. “If by some reason it’s not, we’ll keep trying, right? I mean, this is a sign or something?”
“Star can even help us pick names, and we’ll turn the guest room into a nursery.”
“Then it’s settled. No matter what, we’re going to be parents?” The talk was logical in our insanity, and we were so pumped up, we didn’t want the magic to end.
By the time I drove us to the pharmacy, I had to pee, so once we got inside and purchased the test, he walked me to the public restroom and handed me the box. “Here?” I wasn’t sure it was the best place.
“Fuck, you’re right. Let’s get home. But you’re going to have to hold it.” We hurried to the truck, and I drove like crazy back to the cabin.
I beelined for the downstairs bathroom as soon as he unlocked the door and I stepped out a minute later holding the test and waiting for it to do its magic.
Chance was more nervous than I was and had sobered up fairly quickly. “Don’t look at it. It’s like a pot of water; it won’t boil if you’re looking at it.” He paced the floor and held onto the kitchen timer. When it dinged, he nearly tripped coming over to take my hand. “On three.”
“One. Two. Three.” We both looked down and screamed for joy when we saw the plus sign staring back at us.