ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Completely Obsessed (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

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Authors: Charlotte Sloan
seconds, its long pink shaft now coated with fluid, and ready to be put to good use.
    I angled the laptop's camera down just a degree or two more, angling for just a slightly better view of my spread legs and wet pussy. And then, I began to slide the dildo around through the lips of my pussy, working the warm flesh around it, before pushing it inside me, swallowing it up into my body, and activating the vibrations.
    And God, did I moan, tilting back my head and shivering as that grand feeling echoed through me, making my bones tense up and my knees quiver as I plunged the humming rod in and out of my body. Closing my eyes, I pushed my fingers around myself along with the dildo, stimulating my clit and giving Danny one hell of a show, all the while arching my spine further and further degrees forward, until I thought it seemed next to impossible that I could bend any further without breaking my damn back.
    And as I masturbated, pushing and sliding the artificial penis in and out, in and out, in and out of me, I began to fantasize wildly, to recollect, and to call into memory the sweet, beautiful occasion of Danny and I's first time in bed together.
    The memory was soft and warm and fuzzy, nostalgic and bittersweet. Prior to Danny, I had had very few sexual partners, and for his part, he said the same was true of him. Still, though, he'd had more experience than me I think, and though I felt a little bit clumsy and awkward in certain capacities, he managed to steer me through things very capably, to not only help me navigate our love but to reach such dizzying heights of ecstasy that I could scarcely even believe it.
    We had begun to kiss on his sofa, his lips hot and wet and sweet, running along my neck and his teeth sinking gently into me, filling me up with so much unbridled desire that I began to push my entire body into him, wanting to be scooped up into his arms and held tightly there forever.
    I began to kiss him even harder, pushing my tongue into him and drilling it toward the back of his mouth, gouging into his beautiful mouth and consuming him as deeply and as thoroughly as I could manage.
    I could feel myself beginning to burn for him as his hands slid along my body, touching and prodding, getting a feel for me, and then sinking in, holding on for dear life as I dissolved into a liquid puddle in his grip.
    In any other relationship I'd been in, I'd always been just a little bit hesitant when it came to sex. Not resistant, or unwilling, but uncertain of myself, unsure whether what I was doing was the right thing for me or my life, even when the physical act itself might have been bringing me the utmost of pleasure.
    But with Danny, there was none of this doubt whatsoever anchoring me down- no feeling of speculation or second-guessing myself, no fear that this was just another guy who wanted to use me up and didn't give a damn what the extent of the relationship might have been beyond that and that alone. I wanted him, badly, perhaps even more fiercely than he himself wanted me, and it was showing in the way that I was embracing him, with the utmost passion.
    Before I knew it, I was dry humping him, on top of him and pushing my body into him, and it was almost embarrassingly clear to him that I was more than ready for this to be taken to its next logical step. He lifted me into the air, sweeping me across the room with his hands on my ass for support, his touch sinking into me and affecting me more intensely than ever.
    Almost the moment I hit the bed, it was as though my clothes began to melt away from me, dissolving to the floor and leaving me hotter than ever in my nudity, my bra, my panties, everything stripped away, so that I was wet and sweaty and vulnerable, yet oh so willing to be taken by him.
    Then, he peeled off his shirt, and even now the memory of the fabric peeling away from his massive, toned chest sends goosebumps shooting across my skin. His massive pecs thudded with his breath as his arms seized a

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