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“That’s making me feel so much better,” she whispers, knowing full well her parents could be out there.
“Good, that’s what we want.” She nods eagerly as she moves her hips, and I finger fuck her hard. Watching her come is truly something magical.
I fucking love it.
“I love you,” I tell her.
She freezes for a moment, then pushes the showerhead away and basically climbs me. I lift her, and she quickly finds my cock and slides straight onto it. She bites my shoulder and rides me up and down. I grip her thighs, helping her, and slip a finger into her ass to make her move even faster.
Just as she starts to come, she bites down hard enough to break the skin on my shoulder, but I don’t stop. Her pussy is milking my cock like nobody’s business, and the water is spraying everywhere, probably soaking the bathroom.
But I don’t care.
Fuck it all.
As she comes down from the pleasure high, her body goes slack, and I have to take over. I fuck her like the good girl she is.
And then when I’m done…
“I want to marry you,” I declare.
She throws her head back and laughs.
Little does she know I am not joking.
Thirty
Kalilah
My parents like him a lot.
I’m not all that surprised.
I like him a lot too.
Kyson jokes about marrying me, and I don’t want to tell him that those words alone give me heart palpitations. And not in a good way. Not that I’m afraid to marry him, specifically. I’m more afraid of marriage itself, considering how my last marriage turned out. Kyson hasn’t expressed his worries to me, but I can tell they’re there—it’s extremely evident.
“Yours or mine?” he asks, driving back from the airport.
I haven’t been sick again since that morning. And I’m so thankful. I suck at holding vomit down. Never mastered it. It’s more like, surprise bitches, better run.
“Mine,” I tell him, then add, “You’ve been quiet.”
“Can I invite my brothers over?” he asks, looking my way briefly before turning back to the road.
“Yes, you know you can.”
He pulls up to my place, helps me out of the car, and carries my bag up the stairs. I let him while I unlock the door before we walk in. “Oh, I forgot to share with you, but it’s not much…” I reach into my bag and pull out the sonogram. “I want to find out if it’s a boy or girl, but it’s too early right now,” I tell him, handing him the picture.
He studies for a minute, then says, “I have no idea what I’m looking at.”
“That’s our baby, growing inside of me,” I say, pointing at the heart. “Why are your brothers coming over? Everything okay?”
“I’m telling them I’m quitting,” he says matter-of-factly, and my head whips up so I can meet his eyes.
“Why?”
“I don’t need the money, and it’s what’s best for you.”
