Page 73 of Pumpkin
“Dosia,please…”
She licked her way up his cock again before sucking just the head inside her mouth. Her tongue played with his slit.
“Dosia, baby, you need to stop.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Why?” she asked against the sensitive skin of his cock. She blew on the wetness she left behind mixed with his tangy precum.
His back arched and she saw he was bunching the sheets between tight fists at his sides. His thighs shook uncontrollably at her touch.
But he picked his head up off the pillow with steady strength as he stared down his long, muscular body at her. “Because I’m using the five percent of my say. I’m coming in your pussy, and nowhere else.”
Dosia lifted an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
He nodded, his eyes wild but stern. He let go of the sheets to lift a hand and crook his pointer finger at her.
Dosia pulled her mouth away from his cock, allowing for a string of spit to dangle between them. Pumpkin groaned at the sight.
She worked her way up until she was sitting on his stomach. He took her hands, lacing their fingers together.
“As much as I desperately want you to finish whatever it is you had in mind for my dick, I’m too high strung. Masturbating in the shower has only taken the edge off. Being around you these past weeks has been torture.”
Guilt coursed through her at his words. “I wanted us to build something that wasn’t simply about sex,” she said. Then admitted, “I was also unsure.”
“Of me?”
“Ofme,” she clarified. “It takes a lot to get me to trust someone, Pumpkin. But you bulldozed your way through all my defenses in a single day.”
His gaze softened. “I don’t blame you. I’ve had fun teasing you these past few weeks.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I noticed. I had to change the batteries on my vibrator twice.”
His head flopped back as Pumpkin groaned. “Don’t tell me that. Now all I can picture is you fucking yourself with it.” His hands traveled up her arms to her shoulders and down to her breasts. He cupped them into his large hands. “Over and over again, you pumping that fake cock in and out of your wet cunt.”
A shiver ran down her spine. “Seth,” she moaned, her back bowing and pushing her tits further into his touch.
His abs under her trembled. “Do you know what it does to me to hear you say my name like that? To know that you’re the only person who will ever say itjustlike that.”
Her hips rotated, rocking herself onto his hard abdomen.
Pumpkin sat up and kissed the underside of her jaw before rolling them on the bed. Dosia let out a gasp of surprise.
“Are you okay?”
His chuckle was low, more like a rumble from deep within his chest. “I’m perfect.”
He continued to lick and nibble at her throat. He shifted himself, hiking one of her legs over his elbow and settling his hips between the cradle of her thighs.
She felt his cock rub up and down her soaking-wet slit as he slowly rocked his hips against her. Between his cock and his mouth, Dosia’s body felt like it was on fire. Her head fell back, exposing more of her neck to him.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?”
Dosia’s eyes flew open at the question. She hadn’t realized how ragged her breath was until she tried to think coherently. If she was pregnant, there was no reason to. She’d gone with him to his latest appointment and knew he was clean. She hadn’t been with anyone but him in the past year.As much as she trusted and believed in Calliope’s visions, though… There was a possibility that shewasn’tpregnant. It was just too early to tell.
Pumpkin watched her carefully, not pressuring her in any way as she contemplated. The only thing he said was, “It changes nothing,” to remind her of his earlier vow.
Dosia let out a long, shaky breath. “And if I’m not, and we don’t…”
“It changesnothing,” he repeated.
