Page 12 of His Curvy Flower

I laughed as I slid my arms around his neck, already feeling his growing cock on the inside of my thigh.

I took matters into my own hands and reached down, putting his dick exactly where I wanted—inside me. Considering we had sex a couple of times a day, I’d grown confident in my skills, skills I had no clue about a month ago. No longer the shy virgin when it came to sex, I took what I wanted, and Arlo loved every second of it.

He kissed me hard as his thrusts picked up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking them in place, with my heels digging into his ass. The classic missionary was one of our favorite positions, as being able to kiss each other while fucking was important to both of us.

Another flip without warning, and somehow, Arlo managed to stay inside me. I was now on top and riding him. I ground down on his hips, and his hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs dragging over my sensitive nipples.

Minutes later, we both came together and rode out our orgasms as long as we could.

Until finally, we collapsed into a sweaty heap of limbs, satisfied and exhausted but deliriously happy.

I imagined his seed working its way up to my egg and hoped my dream of becoming a mom would come true soon enough.

And two months later, when two pink lines appeared on the pregnancy test, my world felt complete.

THE END

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