Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Kalilah.” I nudge her, and she jumps up, covering her mouth. She goes to turn, but before she can move, she throws up all over the bed…and me.
“Fuck.”
“Sorry,” she chokes out, running for the bathroom.
I get up to follow her, careful not to touch my vomit-covered chest while trying not to retch myself.
Jesus! That shit stinks.
Bad.
“Everything okay?” Her father pops his head in, already dressed, and looks around the room. I hear Kalilah spewing again and push past her father and into the bathroom, where she is hunched over the toilet. I grab her hair, which is already covered in vomit, and hold it back.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she whimpers.
“It’s fine,” I tell her, brushing her hair back out of her face.
“I’ll get you some clean water.” I hear her father from the doorway and catch a glimpse of him just before he walks off.
“Can you move?” I ask.
“I—” She goes to stand but heaves again, throwing up whatever remains in her stomach. When she stops, her father steps in and sets the water on the counter.
“Your mother left to get some fresh bread. What can I do?” he asks, sympathy showing on his features.
“I’m going to shower her. Maybe you could bring some fresh towels?” I ask, and his face lights up, happy to help. After grabbing some towels and bringing them back, her father steps out and closes the door behind him.
Still gripping her hair, I step away and start the shower, making sure it’s warm before I help her stand.
She turns to me and meets my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” Tears spill down her cheeks.
“It’s done. It’s just payback for the river I made you swim in, right?”
She smiles at me as I reach for her shirt and pull it over her head. I didn’t sleep with a shirt on, only trousers, which I manage to get off before I help her with her underwear. We step into the shower, and I start to wash her.
“I was hoping I’d skipped over the morning sickness. Mom said she had it bad with me and even had to be hospitalized at one stage because she couldn’t keep anything down.” I smooth her wet hair back under the water as she talks. “Let’s hope I don’t get the same thing. Can you imagine me at work spewing on a customer?” She shivers at the thought. “I couldn’t sleep last night, so I crept into bed with you.”
“I know.” I grin at her. “I could tell from last night’s dinner that ended up on my chest.” Her lips tug up into a smile, and I know all is right in the world. She pushes up against me and kisses my chest.
“My mother also told me that some women get really aroused while pregnant.” She grabs my hand and pulls it down between her legs. “Can you tell?” She starts rubbing against my hand before I find her entrance and slip a finger inside. She moans.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
Kalilah drops her head back under the water and rinses her mouth out, all the while gripping me to her and riding my hand. I reach for the removable showerhead and take it off, turning it to a more powerful setting, then I point it down at her clit. Her eyes open wide, and I slip a second finger in.
“That’s making me feel so much better,” she whispers, knowing full well her parents could be out there.
“Good, that’s what we want.” She nods eagerly as she moves her hips, and I finger fuck her hard. Watching her come is truly something magical.
I fucking love it.
“I love you,” I tell her.
She freezes for a moment, then pushes the showerhead away and basically climbs me. I lift her, and she quickly finds my cock and slides straight onto it. She bites my shoulder and rides me up and down. I grip her thighs, helping her, and slip a finger into her ass to make her move even faster.
Just as she starts to come, she bites down hard enough to break the skin on my shoulder, but I don’t stop. Her pussy is milking my cock like nobody’s business, and the water is spraying everywhere, probably soaking the bathroom.
But I don’t care.
Fuck it all.
As she comes down from the pleasure high, her body goes slack, and I have to take over. I fuck her like the good girl she is.
And then when I’m done…
“I want to marry you,” I declare.
She throws her head back and laughs.
Little does she know I am not joking.
Thirty
Kalilah
My parents like him a lot.
I’m not all that surprised.
I like him a lot too.
Kyson jokes about marrying me, and I don’t want to tell him that those words alone give me heart palpitations. And not in a good way. Not that I’m afraid to marry him, specifically. I’m more afraid of marriage itself, considering how my last marriage turned out. Kyson hasn’t expressed his worries to me, but I can tell they’re there—it’s extremely evident.