Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
I looked over at the box of forgotten condoms on the night stand and couldn’t bring myself to care that I was about to cum inside her unprotected womb yet again. In fact, the idea just made me fuck into her harder as the thought of breeding her took flight in my head. Oh shit!
I flung my head back and rocked my hips harder back and forth as her pussy clamped down around my cock and I came. I came harder, deeper, longer than I ever have. And when I was done I was drained, dropping limply on the bed next to her.
I dragged her into my arms and we fell asleep like that, with my spooge drying between her thighs and her juices on my cock, air drying as it laid on my thigh.
Sunday we stayed in, eating between bouts of love making, and whispering softly to each other. I hated to leave her at the end of the night, but I had to get ready for school the next day.
“I’ll call you as soon as I get home, okay.” I brushed her hair back and looked down at her. I was getting used to her eyes, but they still packed a punch. It hurt me to think that she might go back to crying once I left and I almost changed my mind, but I needed time away from her to think. The last couple of times I took her my mind had gone to a strange place.
Since I became sexually active I’ve been phobic about protection. I’ve never taken a woman without suiting up. Now here I am, not only not using protection with her, but actually being seduced by the idea of getting her pregnant. That shit would surely cause problems, but even knowing that, I can’t seem to shake the idea once it was planted.
LIZ
I sat on the side of the bed long after he was gone. My emotions were out of my control and I couldn’t seem to keep my thoughts straight. The weekend had been so much more than I’d ever expected to share with him, and now I can’t help but to want more.
After the initial conversation we hadn’t even mentioned the future, but it’s all I can think about now. Is this what it feels like to fall in love? The thought made me both afraid and excited. What if he’s just out for a good time and I go and give him my heart?
But my biggest worry is that it might be too late. That I may have already given my heart, something I know will destroy me when it comes to an end. And why wouldn’t it? There’s nothing to say that he wanted more from this than what he already has.
I made myself crazy with my thoughts before the stickiness between my thighs ran me into the shower. It felt strange being in there alone, he’d infiltrated even here and all I could think of as I washed myself is the way his hands had felt when he did it.
I was well on the way to feeling sorry for myself when the phone rang but it all went away when I saw that it was him calling. “You doing okay?” I smiled at his question, already feeling much lighter than I had just a few seconds ago.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I tried to make my voice as firm as I could, not wanting him to know how miserable I actually was. That I was already missing him and wishing he’d come back.
“I shouldn’t have left you, I miss you already.”
I felt tears prick my eyes at his words. To know that he was feeling the same thing made the constriction around my heart ease a little bit.
“I know what you’re worried about, and I know I told you we’re not going to talk about it yet, but trust me okay. I’ll make it right.”
What does that mean? I was afraid to ask, but I wanted so badly to know. “I think my feelings for you are more than I thought they would be.” My heart knocked against my chest at his words and my throat locked off, making it hard to speak.
“Nothing to say?” He sounded different, more mature and he was already way ahead of his time. “I don’t know what to say.” So much for that firm voice.
“Have you thought about what you want, where you want this to go?”
Shouldn’t I be the one asking these questions? Somehow since we started, he’s always been the one in the driver’s seat. There’s so much I want to say to him, but my cowardice isn’t that easy to overcome.
“I’m scared.” I didn’t know I was going to say that, didn’t know that I could put what I felt into such simple words.