Snorting at my own joke, I check my food.
Not done yet.
Damn, thrusting in every paragraph.
Hold on.
TheBigO: What the hell is a knot?
I don’t wait for a reply, almost regretting the text.
But it’s her damn novel recommendation. She knows what’s in it.
I’m betting she did this to try and get some sort of rise out of me.
Well, it worked.
My pants tent over my stiff length while I keep reading.
Oh. It’s like a damn dog’s.
Gross.
But the buildup, the lust pouring off the page, it makes me leak at the thought of ramming into someone like the guy is pounding into the girl in the book.
When was the last time I had sex?
Months?
Maybe a year or more now?
A shiver runs through me. How many times did Paige come home after screwing someone else to climb into our bed?
I’m glad I had a full blood panel drawn after I found out she was cheating on me.
Who knows what kind of cooties she could have brought back?
The only saving grace to all of that shit is that we always used a condom.
My idea, not hers.
After the pregnancy scare that she used to trap me, I didn’t want it to happen.
I wasn’t ready.
But the dude in this book sure wants a baby.
Hold that cum in there and give me a litter.
A high pitched beeping startles me from the page.
Shit.
Smoke alarm.
Guess my cheese sticks are done.
RacingQueen: It’s part of the mating bond. Now they’re permanently tied.
