Page 101 of Heart Of A Goon II

I abandoned the doorway and instantly reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He held me tightly, as I stood on my toes to kiss his face. “I missed you, Goo.”

It didn’t feel bitter admitting those feelings to him. “Boobie,” he growled into my ear, as he squeezed me tightly.

He was holding me as if he never wanted to let me go. He pulled his head back and kissed my lips, using one arm to hike me up, before taking both arms and fully picking me up. My arms remained around his neck, as he sucked on lips before shoving his tongue down my throat.

This man enjoyed kissing and not a regular peck on the lips. He wanted his entire tongue down your throat, and to taste what you had for dinner the night before. I had learned to appreciate those sloppy kisses, even if they almost always led to us doing more.

“You okay?” I pulled back, caressing his beard, while maintaining eye contact with him.

“Now, I am.”

There was this look in his eyes that I couldn’t explain, and I was almost sure he wouldn’t either. “Tell me what’s wrong?”

He roughly kissed my lips. “Not right now.”

“Will you ever tell me?”

Instead of replying, he nuzzled his face into my neck, kissing it softly. The way his arms wrapped around me let me know that my feelings weren’t one sided. I didn’t need to second guess if I was coming on too hard.

He felt the same way that I felt. I felt it with his action, way before his words could convey his feelings. Holding his face in my hands, I stared into his eyes and softly kissed his lips.

“Wanna know a secret?”

“What up?”

I blushed, because I was almost embarrassed to admit what I was about to share with him. “I can’t tell you.”

“Zoya, stop fucking playing with me.”

I pulled his beard. “You better stop cursing at me, Goo.”

“Then stop playing with me… tell me.”

“I was playing with myself in the shower thinking about you. My pussy was so wet thinking about you, Mr. Wraithe.”

Reaching down, I could feel his member poking through his sweats. The look in his low eyes, as he bit down on his lip while staring at me told me that he was gonna fuck the shit out of me, and I wanted that.

Needed it.

Craved it.

Had to have it.

“You were playing in that pussy waiting for Daddy, Boobie.” He kissed my jaw, as I rubbed his beard.

“Uhhmm.” The towel was already struggling to remain on, but when he peeled it away from my body, we stood in the middle of the floor.

Nothing mattered to either of us in this moment. I was in his arms, and that was all I wanted. To know that he was safe and made it back to me.

Us.

This wasn’t only about me anymore. I didn’t see Gerald as just the man who had a crush on me. I saw him through a different lens after meeting his family. After becoming pregnant with his child.

“You ‘bout to take another shower, Boobie.”

“Yeah?” I kissed his lips.

He put me down, as he stripped out of his shirt and kicked his boots off. As he tossed his shirt onto the chair in the corner, he slapped my ass and bit his bottom lip.