Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
She laughed as she prepared herself mentally to give her baby what he wanted. She mounted him, sighing as he slowly glided his hungry cock up inside of her sore pussy. Once she was flush, her pussy having taken his entire muscle, he began to thrust, holding her in place around her stomach. Slowly… then faster… and faster still. He licked his thumb and massaged her clit as he looked up into her eyes, an ‘I’m going to fuck you silly,’ expression on his face.
“Uhh… shit… that feels good!” she cooed.
She’d become completely addicted to his loving, unable to resist him as he filled her to the brim. A slow, sweet orgasm took her asunder. Her limbs were loose, every cell of her body screamed with pleasure. Jostling her up and down his tool, he bit into his lower lip, then winked at her.
“I know it’s good to you, baby. You want me as much as I want you.”
“I do, baby!”
He delicately rubbed her shoulder, coaxing her to lie flat on him. Chest to chest. She held on as he began to move faster and faster, his balls slapping against her hard, moaning loudly. He sighed before releasing inside of her once again. She stayed still as he milked himself dry of the final drops. H.E.R.’s ‘For Anyone’ was now playing, making her choke up and fight back tears.
“This song always messed with my head. I was listening to it a while back, like a few weeks ago. I got to thinking about what I’d do if you broke my heart, and took your love away just all of a sudden, for no reason. Just vanished. I respected the fact that was the chance I was willing to take. I’d do it all over again, to feel a love like this, even if you woke up and left me tomorrow. It took a lot for me to open my heart to you. And now… I can’t believe it. We’re engaged…” She blinked back happy tears. “I’m so happy, Legend. We’re going to be a family. You, me, and Kaylee. I’ve never loved a man as much as I love you.”
He grabbed her as the sad song played, and she nestled against his chest.
“You are my desire in the flesh. You’re inside my heart, attached to my soul, baby girl.” She gave him a peck on the chest. “This is a big step for me, too… opening my heart. Askin’ you to spend the rest of your life with me. I mean it though. I want you to be my wife, and I want to be your husband. In our hearts, and on paper.”
“You’re talking too nice and sweet. Don’t make me cry.” She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
“I can’t go nowhere but run towards you, Des, because if I was to ever leave your side, I’d be runnin’ away from home, and I love being home, baby, ’cause that’s where my heart is. The only place I’ll ever want to go is deep inside of you.”
He kissed her, cradled her close.
Everything was how it should be. She was feeling good. Feeling safe. Feeling legendary…
Chapter Twenty
“Why do you keep callin’ me?”
Legend was on his way home from class, when the phone rang. It had been a rigorous exam, and he was mentally exhausted. On top of that, he had a million things to do. Talkin’ to Mama wasn’t supposed to be one of them.
“Because you’re my son. And I love you.”
He turned down the radio, then tossed his cigarette out of the window.
“What do you want, Mama?”
“I called you on your birthday, and you didn’t call me back, but I expected that.”
“Good. Glad I met your expectations. That’s at least one of us.”
“I’m going to ignore your nastiness towards me, Legend, and say what I need to say.”
“God knows you’re good at ignoring important shit, like kids poundin’ on windows when they’re ten stories in the air, or boyfriends touchin’ babies, but be my guest.”
“Your birthday passing made me think of the time you asked me, ‘Mama, why’d you name me Legend?’ You said you were gettin’ teased about your name at school by some of the kids. I told you that I was readin’ a book one day while pregnant with you, and one of the lines in the book said, ‘The Legend of Oakmoss Catholic Church still exists, and the angels of heaven guard it with their big, silver wings.’ I don’t know why that line stuck out to me, but it did. I envisioned it, and I saw you as my angel child, ’cause the doctors said I wouldn’t be able to have no more babies after Tarik. I liked the name. I asked your daddy if he liked it, and he said he did. He thought it was different, and fitting. After you were born, he always called you and Tarik, ‘pequeños reyes’.”