Page 108 of Yolo

At this point, pregnancy was just inevitable.

Though neither one of us really spoke about it, we knew what the outcome would be. And we knew that we’d both cherish a child that came of our actions.

In one swift stroke of his cock, he sank inside of me, filling me up so completely that it was hard to breathe for a few seconds.

“You okay?” he asked, ever the protector.

“Never.” I kissed him on the mouth. “Better.”

He held my hips in his hands and started to pump up into me in long, swift strokes.

The angle of his cock, paired with the way my breasts were scratching against his chest hair, had me panting.

“Gee,” I whispered. “Please.”

He rolled us, his big body over the top of my own, and started to fuck me in earnest.

It was exactly what I needed.

Within a few swift strokes, I was ready to tip over the edge.

Realizing this, he stayed steady, giving it to me exactly how he had been to ensure that I fell over first.

And I did.

Right into the deepness, with only Garrett’s voice guiding me along.

“There it is, baby,” Garrett said. “Right there. You squeeze my cock so good.”

I was a panting mess by the time that I came down from my orgasm.

And I’d somehow swallowed my hair.

Garrett pushed my hair back from my face, then caught my mouth with his as he fucked me slow and steady until his orgasm overtook him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tight, as he started to pulse inside of me.

Only after he was finished and turned to his side with my body plastered against him did I say, “I don’t want to go to work. I want to stay with you, in this bed, all day long.”

He ran his fingertip along the apple of my cheek before stating, “I can’t buy you that ring if I stay in bed all day.”

I was up and hurrying him out of bed a few seconds later.

His laughter was contagious, and I fell into a fit of giggles as I got ready for the day.

“That shirt is red, and those pants are blue,” he said. “What shoes do you want?”

“The red ones,” I urged, referring to my red Nike Dunks.

I knew that they were a teen fad right now, but they were so freakin’ comfortable that I’d had to have a pair.

“Got ’em,” he said as he placed them on the floor next to my toes. “Do you need help getting those leggings on?”

The lecherous way he’d asked it had me laughing. “No. But would you mind going to turn the coffee on and letting the dogs out? I wasn’t going to be late, but now I’m questioning if I have that much time.”

He chuckled as he left the room.

I finished getting ready and was unsurprised to hear the voices as I finally made my way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

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