Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Yeah? Did you change your mind about the Saltines?”
She shakes her head.
“No, it’s just that … well, there is one thing that’s a surefire way to help me rid myself of the nausea.”
I nod.
“What is it? Animal crackers? Vitamins? Diet Coke? I know that shit’s not good for you because it’s not good for anyone, but I’m not going to judge a woman when she’s in the throes of vomiting.”
Freya laughs merrily, although the sound comes out more like a sexy mewl. I swear, I’m captivated with this woman because she’s so gorgeous and ripe, not to mention utterly sexy with her tummy bulging with a baby.
“No, it’s none of those things. You might be a little offended when you find out,” she begins.
I shake my head, coming back to sit next to her on the couch.
“Trust me, you can’t offend a firefighter when it comes to biological things. We’ve seen it all, and that includes totally naked old men being rescued from burning buildings, and people in the middle of sex when we pound on their door, telling them they have to evacuate. That’s always a fun one, when the condom’s still on when they finally come out,” I say in a wry tone.
Freya laughs a little, her cheeks going a fetching pink shade.
“Okay, but this really is a little out there. You see, I need it … well, in my butt in order to keep the nausea at bay. It’s the only thing that’s helped me feel more normal during my pregnancy.”
You could hear a pin drop as I stare at the beautiful brunette.
“Come again?” I ask in a choked voice. “Are you serious?”
Freya’s cheeks are a tomato red now, but there’s determination in her eyes.
“Yes. Anal orgasms really help me relax, and it prevents the nausea from even starting actually. Not forever, of course, but it’s what I need in order to manage this pregnancy.”
I stare at her again.
“Okay,” I say in a low voice as my cock twitches. “Holy fuck. So … um, what do you want me to do?” I ask, suddenly incredibly turned on. I’m ashamed to admit it, but does Freya want anal sex? Does she want me to finger her back door, or actually stick my cock in, or …?
She laughs merrily again.
“It is what you’re thinking, Mark,” she admits in a whisper. “I need it that way, and I was wondering if you would oblige? I know this is kind of a weird request, but I can sense that there’s something in the air between us, and you’re not married or in a relationship, are you?”
I shake my head, blue eyes gleaming.
“No, I’m not,” I rasp. “But are you sure this is what you want? I’m happy to oblige, sweetheart, because you’re very lush and beautiful, and I’m not a man who turns down an opportunity like this. But are you sure?”
With that, Freya turns around on the couch so that she’s kneeling on the sofa cushion with her forearms propped on the back of the sofa. Then she reaches backwards and pushes down her shorts, taking her g-string along with it. I’m treated to the sight of two huge, white moons, a flushed, dripping pussy, and of course, the tight pink drum of her anus.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she murmurs before bracing her torso on the back of the sofa to reach back with both hands. Then, she pulls her butt cheeks apart, baring everything for me to see as she looks me in the eye.
“I’m so ready, Daddy,” she whispers. “Won’t you help me, please?”
That does it. I’m on her in about two seconds, and every doubt in my mind is blown away by this gorgeous, wanton woman.
4
Freya
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OMG, I can’t believe I told the hunky firefighter exactly what I want. Don’t get me wrong because I’m not a shy woman by any means. I’m someone who takes the initiative because there aren’t that many women who actually choose to be inseminated with the intention of becoming a single mother. But now, my dirty admission is out in the open and it’s time to see if it’s going to pay dividends.
After all, the truth is that I’ve been watching Mark from the sidelines for a while now. He moved next door a couple months ago, and we’ve chitchatted a little, but never really gotten into a real conversation. It’s fine because it was just too soon, but I was excited by the thought of living next door to Mark because this man is gorgeous. I watch as surprise and shock pass over his face at my admission, but can’t help but admire those patrician features. He’s got a high forehead with black hair swept back, as well as piercing blue eyes, and a strong jaw. A powerful neck leads to broad shoulders currently covered by a work shirt, but I’m willing to bet there’s a six pack beneath the fabric. Not only that, but he’s got jeans on, and they hang off his hips just so, with thick, tree-trunk thighs that make me salivate. It’s criminal to look this good, and I can feel my cunt going moist just observing him.