Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I lick the head again, only this time, I take him to the back of my throat and moan when he rewards me with his fingers entering me. I lift then lower my mouth; each action is rewarded with a pull or a tug from his mouth. I’m getting close and know that, when I finally fall over the edge, I am going to be lost.
When his fingers begin moving faster, I whimper around him and start moving faster. I know that, when he comes, I will come too. I begin using my hand in sync with my mouth then gently cup his balls.
That’s when it happens. His mouth latches on to me, quickly flicking my clit. I cry out around his cock, and the taste of him erupts on my tongue. I swallow him down as lights flash behind my closed lids, and my body explodes in the most mind-blowing orgasm I have ever had. It is like nothing I have ever felt before.
I lay my head on his thigh, taking large gulps of air while trying to get my body under control. He rolls me to my side then turns around to lie the way I’m facing, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into his chest, and running his hand up and down my back while our breathing returns to normal.
“That was insane,” I tell him, lifting my head and resting my chin on his chest.
His head tilts down so that his eyes meet mine, and a look I have never seen before fills his eyes.
“You come hard, Makamae, every time I eat you, but that time, you soaked my face.”
I lower my face so that he can’t see how red I am, but his hand tugs on my hair, lifting my face up until our gaze locks again.
“It’s beautiful knowing I have that kind of control over you,” he says softly.
He’s right. When we’re together, I find it easy to hand everything over to him. I love knowing he’ll take care of me, I think as I drift off to sleep.
*
“Tammy!” I call out when I see my lawyer—or, I guess, ex-lawyer—walking across the street.
Her head turns, she looks between Kai and me, and I see something in her eyes, but from the distance between us, I can’t make it out.
“Myla.” She smiles, schooling her face and walking towards us.
I look up at Kai to see if he noticed anything strange. His jaw is clenching, and the vein I have occasionally seen pop out of his neck when he’s mad is displayed above the collar of his white shirt.
“How are you, Myla?”
I swing my head to Tammy and smile, stepping away from Kai to embrace her. “Good. How are you?” I question, stepping back.
Her eyes go from me to Kai, and she swallows then smiles. “Really good. I’m seeing someone,” she says then looks up at Kai before bringing her eyes back to me.
“Sorry for being so rude. This is my husband, Kai. Kai, this is Tammy,” I say.
Tammy smiles, but Kai doesn’t say anything.
“So, you’re seeing someone? That’s nice.” I smile awkwardly and feel Kai move slightly behind me.
“Sorry, makamae, but we need to hurry,” Kai says.
I look up at him and nod before looking at Tammy once again. “Sorry. We have a doctor’s appointment today to find out what we’re having. He’s a little anxious.” I grin, setting a hand on my stomach.
You have to look close to see that I’m pregnant, but there is a roundness that wasn’t there before, and today, we just hit our fifteenth week, so we will finally know for sure what we are having. Though Kai swears that it’s a boy.
“You’re pregnant,” Tammy whispers, looking at Kai, me, and then my belly.
“That’s why you didn’t follow through with the divorce,” she says, and I feel myself turn red. Her hand covers her mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
My gut clenches and my stomach is starting to feel sick. “We didn’t know at that time.” I shake my head, feeling like I need to make it clear that we had agreed to be together before we found out we were having a baby.
“I gotta go,” she says, and I watch her leave in a hurry.
I turn to face Kai and search his face for a moment before letting my eyes drop to the ground. “That’s your ex-girlfriend, isn’t it?” I whisper, feeling like a complete idiot. And a bitch—an idiotic bitch.
“She is,” he confirms, making me feel worse.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, watching as my tears fall to the concrete at my feet.
“You have nothing to be sorry about, Myla.” He tilts my head back to meet his eyes. “We were over long before you came into the picture.”
“She still loves you,” I tell him, but he shakes his head.
“She liked the idea of being with someone more than the actual part about having a relationship.”