Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
We slowly come back to life and he picks me up, his cock still inside me and semi hard. We leave our clothes as he carries me into his bedroom where he makes love to me for the rest of the night.
Chapter Twelve
Justin
I wake up to Gabriella basically laying on top of me. Her body is fucking amazing, not only the shape of her and how she’s starting to change in her pregnancy, but her natural beauty. It mesmerizes me. Her leg is on top of mine. I can feel her warm pussy. It makes me recall our memories of last night. Tasting her, teasing her, and then wringing out every orgasm I could out of her before she passed out on me, that’s the one thing I am noticing. When she falls asleep in my arms now, it’s a deep and relaxed sleep. I’m content to lay here forever, but I know we both need to get to work and she’ll need to stop by her place to get dressed.
I slowly wake her up with my hand tangling in her hair and tilting her head up towards me, so I can see her eyes when she wakes up.
“Hmmm, Justin,” she says, her voice deep with sleep.
“Morning, Baby,” I say as her eyes slowly open and look into mine.
“Morning. Do we have to get up? I kinda just wanna lay here all day with you.”
“I want that too, but work calls and even though I’m the boss, I gotta work today, which fucking sucks.”
“Shit. I have to get up. We have to stop by my place before we head to work!” She scrambles out of my bed looking all over for her clothes, that I know damn well are still outside.
“First, we both gotta shower. You can wear something of mine to your place, then we’ll get to work.”
“Yea…okay. Sorry. I just yea, got a little worked up, I guess.”
“Come on, Babe. Let’s get in the shower.”
I follow her into the bathroom and I see the look on her face, she’s gob smacked. This bathroom is what dreams are made of, the shower has a wide bench and three shower heads. Not to mention the jacuzzi bath tub beside it. I know if I get a chance, I’ll have her in it, and hopefully soon.
“Umm, Justin. I’m not sure I ever want to leave now,” she says.
“That’s good to hear, I sure as fuck am not ready for you to leave.”
We get into the shower and as hard as it is for me to keep my hands to myself, I do it, though it takes every ounce of me not to. Gabriella naked, makes it hard for me to try and keep my hands to myself.
“Baby, you don’t quit looking at me like that we’ll never leave this shower,” I say and just like that, it moves my ass into gear. I finish up, walk out of the shower to dry off and wait until she’s finished and I can give her some of my clothes.
Once she’s out, I go to my dresser and hand her a pair of jersey type shorts with a draw string and a tee shirt of mine, that I already know I’ll never get back, especially with the way she’s bringing the neck of the shirt up to her nose and breathing it in.
I go into the closet and come back in a pair of denim jeans and a black v neck shirt, casual Fridays being my favorite at work. I fucking hate monkey suits, but there are days those are a mandatory fucking thing.
“Ready?” I ask and it snaps her out of her haze. I fucking love that she’s as affected as I am with her.
Chapter Thirteen
Gabriella
When we head down to his car, I’m filled with nerves. I shouldn’t be, but I’m ashamed of what I could afford in the city and still be close to work. When I left home, I took as much as possible and that wasn’t much. It’s a studio apartment outfitted with things I’ve found at local thrift stores and online marketplaces. It might not be much, but it’s mine and I did it all on my own.
Justin’s car is just like his apartment, sumptuous and is undeniably him, black interior and exterior and it purrs like a kitten. I tell him my address and his eyebrows crinkle together. I know what he’s thinking. I may not have known him very long, but I can tell he’s thinking hard and not liking what he’s discerning.
When we make it to my apartment, I try to stop him and tell him I’ll just be five minutes, but he refuses. He opens my door and holds his hand for me to take. I grasp his and step out, we head up the walk and I don’t know how I managed it, but I snagged the first floor. It may not be best security wise, but when you’re moving furniture it works out perfectly.