Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Seconds later, she was accepting every single inch of me.
I looked down to see her pussy stretched obscenely around my cock, and I groaned.
“Son of a bitch,” I wheezed. “You’re so tight.”
“You’re just big,” she pointed out. “And maybe I only seem tight because you’re Hulking out down there.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “No, darlin’. I might be on the bigger side of big, but I’m not so big that I would call myself the Hulk down there.”
She raised up on her knees, then sat back down, sliding along my shaft deliciously.
“If you say so, Slone. If you say so.”
Then she proceeded to pull herself completely off of me, then slide back down on me. Over and over.
I watched her tits bounce and her abs squeeze with each downward glide and wondered if this was what heaven felt like.
“You’re not paying attention,” she teased, her breath coming in pants as she slowly fucked me.
I groaned and looked up at her. “Faster.”
She went faster. But it still felt too slow. Too shallow.
Unable to help myself, I caught her hips and started to slam myself inside of her, pulling her down at the same time as I thrust myself up.
Her gasp of delight was enough to encourage me to keep using her roughly, and before I realized it, she was coming apart around me.
I watched as her eyes went wide, almost as if she was surprised, too. Then allowed myself to follow right behind her.
It was as I was coming inside of her that it hit.
She slumped against me, and at first I thought it was because she was exhausted.
But then the stillness started to make a little more sense.
She’d fallen asleep.
“Fuck,” I groaned and rolled her over.
Just as I was pulling out, she came back to me with a gasp. “Goddammit. I hate this.”
I looked down at her, brushing the hair out of her eyes.
When she closed her eyes in horror, I reversed our positions once again, pulling her back on top of me and wrapping her up in my arms.
“If that ever happens like that again…” She hesitated, her voice heavy with regret. “I want you to keep going.”
The trust she’d just given me.
“Baby…”
“I want to be normal,” she murmured. “That’s my normal, Slone.”
If she could trust me with that…could I give her anything less?
“Seeing as you just gave me that kind of trust, I feel like I need to share with you my deepest, darkest secret.”
Her eyes were wide as she went up onto an elbow in my chest and said, “What?”
“There’s something I should’ve probably told you before now,” I murmured.
I felt my insides freeze at the seriousness of my words.
“Oh, yeah?” she asked, sounding blissfully tired and lethargic.
I groaned, thinking this day had been perfect and I was about to ruin it.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “So a few years ago I got really sick.”
She blinked. “A few years ago when?”
“When I was fourteen,” I answered.
My mouth went dry as I voiced the words.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I got sick. As in, sick, sick. Like, almost died from fevers over a hundred and seven, sick. I spent eighteen days with a fever over a hundred and three, two with it over one hundred and five.” He grimaced. “The doctor flat-out said that I was going to have a lot of trouble when it came to having kids. Temperatures that high…they don’t do well with sperm count.”
She looked so tragically hurt by my sickness that I couldn’t stop myself from pulling her in for a kiss.
“I think that’s why my mother loves Briley so much. She was a miracle that shouldn’t have happened.” I grimaced back. “And she’s not mine.”
She whipped her head around to stare at me.
“Though, that’s not totally true.” I sighed. “In all sense of the word, she’s mine. She’s my child. I raised her. I love her. I held her when she was sick and I’ll continue to do that for the rest of my life.”
“I think you have some info to fill in, buddy.” She patted my hairy chest.
I shifted us so that she was leaning on my chest, my arm solidly wrapped around her naked ass.
Then started to tell his tale.
“So you know the story about Abilene, right?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Yes, you told me that.” She paused. “Though you also told me that you had sex with her and six weeks later she was pregnant.”
I rubbed my face along her shoulder.
“It didn’t matter if she was biologically mine or not,” I admitted. “I…when all the stuff went down with us, with her, and finding out she was pregnant, my brain didn’t really go to the whole ‘you could possibly not be the father because when you were fourteen you had a fever that boiled all your sperm.’ There was this epiphany in the hallway when I was facing off with the school resource officer, when he saw the baby and said it was his, that I finally thought to myself…they told me I’d have a lot of trouble having babies.”