Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
When I showed Johnny, he lifted his chin, said what he usually does, “We got good friends,” before carrying on like it’s no big deal. Much like last night, when we had a family-style meal and gorged on so much food. The weight Johnny mentioned putting back on me will return in no time. We laughed so much my stomach hurt, and when it was time for bed, Sebastian didn’t even protest. Johnny took over after I bathed him, reading him a story per Seb’s request, and when he turned on the nightlight that illuminated a dinosaur on the wall, it solidified what I already knew even more: Johnny is that man, the one you marry to have a partner in life, the one you wake up thinking about and falling asleep dreaming about. My stomach swirls with heat and desire as I think about him as a father, and hopefulness blooms at him coming inside me unprotected. We’ve wasted enough time. I don’t want to delay creating a life of our own anymore, and neither does Johnny.
“Come on, the seatbelt light is off. It’s time to fly the bird.” I open my eyes at Matthew’s statement, check to see that the sign has been turned off, and we can all unbuckle now. Johnny’s hands go to my lap, quickly undoing mine before he works his own off.
“Be good, Seb, sí?” Johnny tells Sebastian.
“Sí, tio.” Sebastian is so proud of some of the words he’s been picking up. At this rate, he’ll be speaking in complete sentences soon. Maybe I should look into taking an online class, because I’ve never quite gotten the hang of it like one thinks I would.
Johnny stands up. I avert my eyes to the sight before me. He’s in a three-piece suit; the jacket is hanging in the closet. After getting off the plane, we’ll all head straight to the courthouse, where the judge will hear our case and decide from there. Matthew seems to believe that the formal adoption process will happen today as well. Which meant I had to dig through the clothes.
That isn’t what I’m thinking about right now. Nope, that would be the bulge in my husband’s pants. His package is long and thick; the tips of my fingers barely meet when I wrap my hand around his cock. It’s a miracle I’m able to take him as deeply as I can, though that probably has a lot to do with him guiding me slowly and steadily, telling me when to breathe deeply and when to let go through my nose.
“Cariño.” Johnny’s voice is deep and remorseful, and I’m as bummed as he is when he captures both of my wrists in one hand.
“Please, I want you in my mouth.” Instead of allowing me the pleasure of taking him, he guides me up from my seat to stand on the heels I have on, a purchase from Johnny, though I don’t think the outfit I’m wearing is from his shopping yesterday since the well-known brand-name dress and shoes weren’t with the others. The black skirt is well-fitted without giving too much away, hits above the knees, and has a boat neckline. The shoes had my eyes gawking. I’d had decent pairs before with working at the museum, but these were a work of art: red pumps, skinny heels, and they do killer things to my ass.
“Not enough time,” he grunts, mouth attaching to mine. He’s careful not to mess up my hair as he walks me backwards. I’m lost in the heated moment, his tongue sliding along mine, my hands digging into his abs, fingers clenching at his shirt. And while I should be careful not to wrinkle the fabric, when we’re like this, everything melts away. Johnny’s hand goes to the skirt of my dress, lifting the stretchy fabric over my ass, and picks me up. We’re still walking, and it’s only when my back meets metal that I open my eyes. The bedroom is dark except for the small sliver of light from the windows illuminating Johnny’s face.
“Johnny,” I sigh. His fingers slide beneath the lace of my panties, moving dangerously close toward my wetness.
“I’d take you with my mouth, but we know how wet that gets you and how loud you’ll be. I figure this way, I can shut you up with my mouth as I fuck you with my fingers.” He reattaches his mouth to mine, this time in a punishing state. It’s no longer soft and sweet; it’s hard and fast. Johnny is out of control, a thirst of need consuming us, and when I feel two fingers at my entrance, it’s only for a fleeting moment.
“God.” I pull back for a moment when he slams inside of me, the walls of my pussy fluttering against his fingers.