Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Now we’re only in our underwear. Some lacey white garments for me, and some black boxer-briefs for him. He’s got a mighty erection stretching that cotton to its limits, so naturally I want to free him from his prison. I grab hold of that protrusion, hearing him shudder under my touch, and pull him toward the bed.
“You’ve got the touch of an angel, Piper.”
“An angel wouldn’t touch you like this.”
“Oh, I know. It just sounds better than saying you’ve got the touch of the devil. Has weird connotations, you know?”
More giggling as he leans in for a kiss. It gets better every time our lips meet. We’re way more than strangers now. We’re lovers who somehow found one another in this big confusing world and realized we were the one for each other.
Dropping to my knees, I pull his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. I’m impressed with how hard he is for me. I’m not a virgin, so I’ve seen my fair share, and I have to say that Luke’s is by far the most delectable-looking of the members that have been presented to me.
My fingers take their time in savoring every inch of him, watching how much he enjoys my touch. His balls hang heavy as I cup them and give them a gentle massage. I bring my tongue to them, hearing him softly moan as I lick them, wrapping them in my love. I tease him a little, but always remember to be gentle with the source of my future children. Of all the things I’m sure I would love to explore with him, I’ve made a mental note that I’m not doing anything that would harm these beautiful, beautiful balls.
As I release them, my mouth makes a powerful pop sound, and I drag my tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling it throb with every little movement I make. It throbs against my lips as I take it from another direction, all while looking up at him so hopefully. He’s wearing a soft smile, all too pleased at my worship. He runs his fingers through my hair as I slide up and down his length.
I pucker my lips, opening wide enough to ease him in, then pursing my lips down hard on him as I take him inch by inch into my mouth. His gasps become more drastic as I lay on the pressure, taking all of him down my throat. I suck his cock happily, letting my tongue wrap around him and tease him wildly as I bob up and down, wasting no time in driving him wild.
“You know what you’re doing down there, don’t you? That on top of everything else about you makes me wish I could marry you even harder, Piper.”
I giggle as I continue up and down his length, forcing him to brace himself with his hands on his headboard. I massage his balls as I continue to bob up and down his length, pushing myself to please him more. I want him indebted to me and my cocksucking skills, I want to taste every last drop of him. That tiny taste of precum is an addictive drug, and I need more of it. He’s going to supply me.
Or so I thought.
Rudely, he pulls himself away, shaking his head. “I want to save every last drop of this for where it needs to go to get the job done. It’s painful for me to resist this, but I’m dedicated to living up to my end of the bargain on this whole family thing.”
“Wow, what great sacrifices you’re making.”
“If you could feel what I feel when your lips are around my cock, you wouldn’t be so sarcastic.”
He offers me a hand and pulls me up to my feet. We share another kiss, brief, but wonderfully intense all the same. He guides me gently down to the bed, laying me flat on the sheets before raining his kisses down on my body. Goosebumps form all over me as he kisses over my shoulders and my chest, teasing my breasts through the fabric. I reach behind myself and unhook my bra, letting him pull it away, my tits finally free to enjoy the open air.
And he enjoys them in turn, his touch going around my areolas, filling me with a delightful pleasure that spikes a bit higher when he suckles on them each briefly.
Luke then runs his hands over my abdomen, as flat as it is now. He massages it, giving me a twisted look, knowing that our actions will result in it not being so flat. I can’t wait, honestly. Something about being pregnant has always tickled me in a sinful way.
His touch goes between my legs, feeling the heat of my sex through those lacey panties, poking at my folds.
“You’re dripping wet for me, I see. You’re leaking through your panties, Piper.”