Page 59 of The Jackpot Screwer
Problem was I’d vowed that I’d prove what we had was so much more than lust.
“So?” I prompted, desperately trying not to think of her underneath me.
She looked around and then back toward Jim’s house, before landing her gaze back on me—my dick to be more precise. Just having her eyes on it made it perk up a little, and as it pushed against my uniform cargo pants, she definitely noticed. She gave another little sigh followed by a peek of the tip of her tongue as it licked along her lips.
Images of what else that tongue could do filled my head and my dick went to full attention—well as much as it could without being free of the confines of my underwear and pants. Desperately, trying to steady my breathing I took a long inhale, and then slowly let the air go, hoping it might deflate my excitement.
No such damn luck. It grew painfully harder.
Bronte took a step forward and held out her hand as though she was going to give me a crotch hug. “Carter, I’m so damn horny,” she gasped. “I really need you to have sex with me now.”
As her delicate fingers flexed, I stepped to one side, grabbing my bag from the bed of the truck and shoving it in front of me to cover my excitement.
“No,” I replied, my voice cracking. “Not happening, Lollipop.”
“Please.” Her face crumpled as though she might cry. “That’s why I came. I have to have sex today, otherwise I might just… I don’t know… combust.”
I shook my head, even though my determination was ebbing with every second that her nipples pushed harder against her tank.
“I’m working.”
“Never stopped you before,” she groaned, stopping inches from me. “What about the time I gave you a blow job at the clinic? You were supposed to be working then but you couldn’t wait to get your penis out.”
“That was different,” I protested, moving another step away from her. “I was working late, doing paperwork. I wasn’t about to examine a pig that bites its own tail.”
“Well, you sure look as though you want to have sex with me.” Grabbing my hand that was holding the bag, she exposed my crotch which was indeed bulging. “See!”
My resolve was almost gone, especially when I looked her up and down. Her tits looked high and round and her legs long and smooth in denim shorts, already open at the button.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Bronte saw she had me on the ropes and smiled seductively. “I need you so bad, babe. You’re the only one who knows how to satisfy me.”
Shit she was good. I’d been so damned determined that I’d prove we were more than sex, but she’d enticed me like Eve had with Adam; getting him to eat that damn apple with her. Contemplating where we could go, I looked around but there was nowhere that didn’t stink of or had some covering of pig shit.
“The truck,” Lollipop said, reading my mind.
As she moved for my vehicle, something hit me. I wasn’t actually willing to have sex with her, no matter how painful and blue my balls were. Whether it was catching sight of her little pot belly poking out from under her tank and knowing that was our baby was in there or the fact that in a pen, in my eyeline, a boar with the biggest balls I’d ever seen, had just mounted a sow, I had no idea, but whatever it was made me turn around and stop her.
“No, Lollipop. It isn’t happening.”
She pulled up short and gasped loudly, her face morphing into an expression of sheer horror.
“What?”
“I said it’s not happening,” I replied with a shrug. “We’re not having sex in the back of my truck on a pig farm.”
“I know that,” she cried. “Did you think I wanted you to take me here.” She flung her arm around. “It smells of pig poop. I thought we’d drive somewhere.”
“Lollipop, I’m working. I can’t drive off and leave Jim, just so I can have sex with you.”
“But why not?”
“Because…” I struggled for the words, mainly because I was shocked that I was even turning her down in the first place. Old Carter would have given Jim some story about an emergency, driven up to the old make out point at Devil’s Creek and made her scream with pleasure. “Because you’re having a baby.”
Yep, it was pretty lame even for me.
“I know, and whose fault is that?” Lollipop’s eyes were murderous as she pointed a long, delicate finger at me. “Yours. You’re the one who put this baby inside me. This baby that’s making my hormones go crazy. It’s your fault all I can think of is your damn penis. So, you need to do something about it, Mister!”
