Sweet As a Tangerine Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
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Having a child with Delilah is the last thing I’d ever want to do, but is something I know she and her father would want to have happen down the line, but picturing Yara pregnant, with a baby belly and nice big swollen breasts, has me instantly turned on in a way I’ve never felt before.

“You know, I’m glad we’re boys, Jim,” I smile.

“I’m glad you finally made it back over here,” he laughs. I reach out and give him a pound, then get to my feet. “Whoa, you already leaving?”

“Sorry, man. I gotta get back.”

“For Delilah? I thought you said—”

“Not for Delilah.” I shake my head with a smile. Jim gets it immediately and grins.

“I getcha. Good luck, bro. Let me know how it goes with baby number one.”

Laughing, I head back out the door to my car and start the drive home. I can’t remember the last time in my life I felt this excited for anything. I check the time on my phone, and as long as everything is normal today at the diner, I should have a little bit of time once I get home to see Yara before Delilah gets back. That is of course unless she rushed home in a bad mood to pout, but let’s hope that didn’t happen.

Thankfully, her car isn’t in the driveway when I pull in, so I quickly rush up to the apartment and knock.

“Yara? Yara, it’s Lyle, can I come in?” No answer. I check the lock – it’s open, so I go open the door and go inside to find myself in an empty apartment. “Shit.”

It looks like neither Yara nor Delilah has made it back from work yet. Somehow I, with my fake working-late story, made it back before either of them, even with stopping off to see Jim at his place.

Rather than going inside the house or waiting outside, I decide to just take a seat at the foot of the bed and wait for her. If Delilah comes home first, so what? I’m not worried about getting her upset anymore. This is my house, my garage, and my studio apartment that I built. If she wants to snap at me and question me as to why I was up here, well, I’ll just tell her the truth. I’ve had enough of this being-held-hostage shit. Yara must have felt like a hostage back at her home with her emotionally-abusive father and she found a way out.

I wish I could have been there for her earlier. I wish I could have made all of that go away. Someone as beautiful as her, someone with such a wonderful spirit should have never had to go through such terrible pains as she did.

The sound of the bathroom door opening causes me to turn my head, and when I do, I see Yara emerge, towel wrapped around her hair, but otherwise completely naked.

She yelps when she sees me, and though I want to avert my eyes for politeness’s sake, I’m completely unable to.

“Jesus, Lyle, what are you doing here!?” she blurts out.

Her body just does not quit. Her tits are absolutely flawless, her waist is narrow and just asking for my hands to be firmly latched around it, and her thighs meet at a mouth-watering crux, a perfectly bare pink slit just begging for my tongue.

She backs up and hides herself behind the corner of the doorframe, but it’s too late. I’ve seen everything, and my cock is already pumped full of blood and solid beneath my work pants.

“I was waiting for you to get home from work,” I reply. “I didn’t realize you’d already gotten back.”

“Yeah, well, I’m here,” she stammers, her face red as a tasty marinara. “Is there…something I can do for you?”

I can think of about a thousand things she could do for me right now, and a thousand things more I could do for her. But as I get to my feet, I keep my distance.

“You were right.” I let my words linger in the air – let them sink in. I can see Yara’s mind working to process them, but it doesn’t take her long.

“About?”

She’s playing dumb. She knows.

“Come on.” I smile, stepping closer. “You know what about.”

Another step closer.

I can smell the shampoo she used in the shower now. It’s uncomfortable to walk with this hard-on. I need to unzip.

Her lips are so plump and kissable. I can’t imagine what they’d feel like wrapped around my cock right now.

“D-Delilah…” she finally says. I knew she understood.

I nod. “She is terrible, Yara, and I shouldn’t be with her, Yara,.” I reach out and gently run the back of my hand down her arm. Her skin is so soft. I can’t imagine what the rest of her must feel like. “There’s someone else I should be with, Yara…”


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