Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
She shifts against the seat. I can hear her fingernails scraping against it. “Is this making your pregnant pussy nice and wet for me?” I growl.
“Oh, my… y-yes,” she moans. “I like it when you say that.”
“You like it when I call you my sexy, pregnant woman?” I move my fingers faster. “When I say I want to fuck your horny pussy even harder, even more passionately? Because you’re glowing, just for me.”
Her moans become wordless. She’s writhing against the seat. I’m captivated. I’ve never learned an instrument, but I imagine this is like that. Moving my fingers, hearing the sweet music, except this is so much more intense. The music is my woman, my future wife.
“Uh… uh… oh, my…” Goddamn. She shivers against the seat, then sits still. Her chest rises and falls. “I can’t believe that.”
“You’ve never creamed from that before?” I snarl, my member pushing hard against my pants, my balls aching with fullness.
“Logan, I’ve never done any of this before,” she whispers.
“Come back here with me,” I tell her. “I want to kiss you again. I need it.”
“This is Dad’s car,” she murmurs. “We can’t…”
My balls throb. “I need to taste your lips. Get back here.”
She opens the car door and climbs out. I open the back door and then pull her into my lap. She sits sideways, her legs draped over me. My dick pushes against her ass. Her thick, sexy thighs are in the perfect position for my hand.
I smooth my hand down her legs, pushing against her pussy through her pants. She moans and leans down into the kiss. I open my mouth and feast on her. Our tongues move against each other as the kiss deepens. I’m addicted to her taste.
She rocks in my lap as I palm her pussy. Her pants get warm and clammy. I rub harder, feeling her wetness. Then I can’t take it anymore. I slide my hand down the front of them, down her underwear. I find her eager, fertile slit.
“This isn’t fair,” she whispers in my ear, her breath hot. “I don’t want to lead you on.”
“I’ll fuck your horny hole soon, baby,” I snarl. “I’ll take you any damn way I want. I’ll bend you over and watch your perfect ass bounce for me. I’ll lie you down and watch those tits shake. Or you’ll go on top, and I’ll hold you, looking into your beautiful eyes, but not at the side of a road.”
“Logan,” she whimpers.
“All you need to do now is come for me. Come for me so I can feel how ready you are.”
I’m telling the truth. I don’t want to have sex with her on the side of the road in her dad’s car. I don’t want to disrespect her or Michel like that, but the more I rub her pussy, the less I give a damn. She grinds her ass against me. She squeezes her legs around my hand, then grabs my wrist as though holding me in place.
It’s sick and twisted that we can do this and lose ourselves after what we just saw—after the depravity of it and the fighting—but maybe this is why we can do it. The rest of the world is messy, but not me and my Emma. Nothing else matters when we’re locked into this spell, as she called it, whether it’s a balcony or a car.
I block all that from my thoughts and focus on her soaked slit, rubbing faster. After minutes, my woman can’t take it anymore. Her moans get louder. I drive forward with my manhood, letting her feel how rock-solid I am against her ass.
She collapses against me, wrapping her arms around me. Then she kisses my cheek. “We have to stop. We can’t do this, not tonight.”
I know what she means without asking. It’s what I was just thinking about. We both witnessed some harrowing shit, but the chance of her dad catching us didn’t stop us before. This isn’t stopping us now. She kisses me, grabs my face, then leans up to split her legs over my middle.
I greedily sink my hands into her hips. “I thought we had to stop,” I growl.
“We do,” she moans.
I rock with her, pushing my dick through my pants against her crotch. She grinds up and down. “I need you,” I breathe in her ear. “I need your body. I need your pussy. I need to fuck your perfect pregnant body. I need—”
Suddenly, we’re not in darkness anymore. Light cuts across us, throwing the shadow of Emma up against the nearby rocks. The lights get brighter, then turn around the corner. Who knows if the driver saw us? But I can’t risk anybody seeing my woman naked, horny, and ready for more.
“Not here,” I say, shifting to the side. “I need a minute.”