I suck on a nipple and as it perks, she writhes against my swollen appendage.
“Damn.” Losing my ever-loving mind, I lay her back, slide flat on the floor, and with hands on both thighs, pull her to the edge of the futon.
At the first taste of her honey, a thread of greased lightning shoots to my dick and a bead of cum forms at my tip. Her tanginess gets me going, pheromones hitting me like a freight train.
I lick her, swirl my tongue in her juices, and while she mews, I press a finger inside her sweet spot. Usually, I take my time, but an animalistic urgency has taken over. I’m a fiend and a devil, worshipping at her shrine.
Her gorgeous cunt swells, her nub hardens, and she presses to my face. “Ah, ah…”
I can barely hold back but I crave more. I need her shuddering around me. I need her wanting me like I want her. At my nip, she grows harder and holds her breath. Her flesh glistens as I inhale the erotic smell of her sex.
“Babe, I’m fucking dying for you.” Jumping up her body, I place myself at her entrance and thrust deep.
Again and again, we buck. Screaming out my name, she reaches her high, then wraps her arms and legs around me.
Mindlessly, I ride her waves.
“Fuuuucck.” The intensity of my release blows my mind.
“Holy crap-ola.” Her heart slams against her chest in rhythm to my own.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I pull her lips to mine. “Damn girl. Bun-in-the-oven sex may be my favorite.”
“Mmm. We got another seven months to make sure. Plus, we need to check out Bahama-mama sex.”
Out of breath and sweating profusely, we find our way back to reality.
It would be good for her to leave Brooklyn for a few days and if Ms. Liddy has decided to sell her baby, well, it ain’t right. Even though she’s a surrogate, the egg and the sperm belong to the wealthy couple. In my book, it means they have a whole lot of say over the child’s future. When I think on how I’d feel if someone took my kid, my fist clenches.
“What’s wrong?” Sam’s soft palm caresses my cheek and her warm eyes meet mine.
“Marketing babies? It’s all sorts of fucked up. We need to stop it.”
“Wait, does that mean you’ve agreed? We’re going to the Bahamas?” She jumps up, her amazing boobs bounce, and her hair flies all over the place.
“Whoa, there. As long as you promise to do what I say.” I almost change my mind when she crosses her heart, throws me a salute and makes bunny ears with her fingers.
“Cautious is my middle name.”More like Calamity Jane.
Never let it be said truth gets in the way of her determination. “I’ll call the cat sitter and let my Aunt Marion know I’m taking a few days off.”
While she does that, I meander down to my laptop and open our emails. According to Jason, the owner of the la-dee-da resort Gillian’s staying at, also paid for her plane ticket.
If she sells the baby, she’s double dipping. The Whitbreads already spent upwards of fifty thou what with legal fees, health insurance, and incidentals. Unfortunately, because of the two women’s friendship, there is no contract between them and it’s a damn shame.
My wife hugs me as she engages someone on her cellphone. “Thanks. Nope, but I’ll let you know if I hear of anything.”
Mischievous brown eyes flick to mine when she hangs up. “Do we know anyone looking to have someone offed? Frankie says business is slow.”
I shake my head, both horrified and amused. “I’ll keep my ears open, though.”
“Yeah, me too.” At that, she starts to giggle and opens her computer. “Hey. Jenna’s AI unit pieced all of Joey’s videos together. Come take a look.”
With her screen in front of us, I pull her onto my lap, my chin on her shoulder. “What’s this?”
“Here is Joey picking up a package in Queens.” She stops the video and enlarges the small packet in her cousin’s hands.
What follows is a collage of different camera angles taken from bridges, store fronts, and even doorbells. Once his car reaches the city, traffic slows.
