Chapter One
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JENNA
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“F uck,” he growls out as I slowly grind down on his cock. “I need you to move, baby girl.”
“No,” I moan out. “We’re going slowly. This is my ride.”
“Please,” he begs, sounding like he’s being tortured.
“I’ll go faster if you say yes,” I say as I circle my hips, clenching my muscles tight around his hard cock.
“Yes to what?” he asks as his big hands grip my hips.
He easily lifts me off his dick and slams me back down. I can’t hold back the cry of ecstasy, but stubbornly, I don’t move any faster. “Not till you say yes.”
I sit up and trail my fingertips down my chest and past my belly to my over-sensitive clit. His eyes flash with lust as he watches my fingers circle my bud... once... twice. Again, I flex my inner muscles, letting him feel how good it is.
“You know what I want,” I say between moans.
Still holding my hips, he uses his strength to pull me down to his chest, holding me flush against him before he powers up into me, sending his cock deeper. I bite down on the flat disk of his nipple, causing him to lose his hold on me.
“Ow! Fuck, Jenna.”
Leaning back, my hands propped on his thighs, I start my slow grind on his cock once again. “Keep that shit up, and I’ll stop.”
“You just did!” he yells, bucking his hips. “Fuckin’ move!”
“If you say yes, baby, I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging me to slow down.”
I start to move again, slowly sliding up before slamming back down, circling my hips to take him so deep it makes my breath catch. With each wet slide, I gain momentum. “Say yes, Kidd.”
Powering up again, he groans. “Fuckin’ yes, baby girl. Any damn thing you want... if you’ll just fuck me like you mean it.”
I move my hands back to his chest, looking him in the eyes. “No more talk of going to Vegas. We’ll have the wedding here at the clubhouse, and we’ll do it on Mindy and Chipper’s anniversary.”
“Anything you want, Jenna. Anything.”
Chapter Two
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I pull up to Daisy and Preach’s house and honk the horn. “I can’t believe he’s making me do this.”
Skittles laughs. “You agreed to marry him. You had to know you’d have to get a wedding dress at some point. To be honest, I don’t know what the problem is. You like to shop, so why’s this pissing you off so bad?”
I can see her point; his too. The wedding is in two days, and I haven’t even started looking. “Come on. You’ve known me for years. Do you think I’m the type of woman that sits around fantasizing about a white dress? If it was up to me, my dress would be red, or maybe black, but definitely not that traditional all white bullshit.”
“It’s up to you.”
I jerk my eyes toward her and smile. “It is, isn’t it?”
She nods, smiling at herself. “I’m thinking red. You are the Pres’s old lady, and everyone knows he loves red, so why the hell not?”
Finally getting excited, I honk again. After a few more minutes, Daisy comes running out. “Sorry, I had to finish pumping or Vi wouldn’t have had enough to last her while I was gone.”
I scrunch my nose at the thought. “I’m telling everyone right now- I’m not doing that shit. I like my tits too much, and so does Kidd. If we ever have a kid, it’s getting a bottle.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing. These things are amazing. They’ve gone up a full cup size since I started nursing.” Daisy cups her tits and gives them a shake. “When Vi gets too old to nurse, I’m gonna get pregnant again, just so I can keep my boobs.”
I know she’s teasing, but I don’t laugh. Right now, getting pregnant isn’t a laughing matter to me. It’s been five months, five long months, since Kidd and I started trying to have a baby. The doctor told me not to worry, and that if I’m
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