Page 77 of Promised at Birth


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“You’re home.” I whisper.

“Yeah. I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to sleep.”

I pull my nightgown over my head. I am only wearing a pink lacy thong. I scoot over to his side of the bed. I press my erect nipples against his muscular back. I run my hand down his furry chest, six-pack abs, and below…. He is naked! No briefs. I am shocked.

“You’re naked!”

“Yep.”

He rolls over and faces me.

“You’re topless!”

He touches one of my breasts.

“Why are you naked?” I ask.

“I always sleep naked.”

“You wear briefs.”

“I wore those for you until you got used to me.”

He starts rubbing my stomach.

“Why?”

“I didn’t want my huge cock to scare you.”

He pulls me into his arms. I can feel his erection.

“Bobby, you are so conceited!”

“I know. Why are you awake? Can’t sleep?” He starts stroking my back.

“I was thinking about you. I missed you. I was hoping we could, um, you know?”

“Fuck?”

“Ugh so crude! Why can’t you say, ‘make love’.”

He kisses my mouth.

“Babe, you know there is a difference between fucking and making love.” He whispers in my ear.

“Oh, what is the difference?”

I lean up and lick his neck. I hear him growl.

“Lovemaking is gentle and slow. Fucking is hard and fast like animals. No control. Balls slapping against a pussy or ass depending on the position.”

“What do you prefer, Bobby?”

“Fucking of course, but I do enjoy making love to you.”

“If you enjoy fucking,” I whisper in his ear, “Then we should do that.”

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