Page 84 of The Last Man on Earth
I make a face. “I’m not wet.”
“I hate to break it to you, but you wet as fuck,” he says. “You always wet these days.”
“Whatever.”
He laughs. “I ain’t complainin’.”
“Of course not.”
He blows out a sigh which, coincidentally, lands on my pussy. Feels kinda good, actually.
We’ve been going back and forth ever since I asked him to trim my pubic hair. I don’t see the big deal, but he has reservations.
“You don’t have to get close to the skin,” I say. “It’s just a trim. Making it shorter. That’s it.”
“I don’t know.” He runs a finger down my clit, making me shiver. “You’re pregnant now. I ain’t tryna do nothin’ dangerous with you.”
“It’s not dangerous.” I hold up the scissors I found in the first aid kit. “Look how little these are! They’re not butcher knives, Vincent.”
He looks at them, then me. “If that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want.”
He takes the scissors from me and gets to work.
I shift on the log, my back slightly uncomfortable. It always hurts slightly no matter what I’m doing, but especially when I’m sitting up.
“Quit moving,” he admonishes.
“Sorry.” I stare out at the sea and sigh happily. This is life, now. Pregnant and sitting half-naked on a log while my man grooms me. The waves crash, the birds sing, the clouds drift idly by, and I feel good.
“Why this shit got my dick hard?” Vincent mutters, making me laugh.
“Concentrate,” I tease. “This is a very important job.”
He’s concentrating, alright. Brows knitted. Lip pulled between his teeth. Eyes narrow. Hands steady. I stare at him lovingly, saying a silent prayer of thanks that he’s mine. And I’m his. And that the baby inside of me isours. We’ll be forever connected by something that was created out of love.
Well, mostly lust. But the love came soon after.
"Dick still hard," he announces. "This shit gotta be a kink, right? Trimming pussy hair. I bet there's a club somewhere out there. Pussy Barbers Anonymous or some shit."
"Vincent." I don't even have the words. All I can do is laugh.
“Alright, I think I’m done,” he says. “See if that’s how you want it.”
I stare down and smile. “Perfect.”
He nods. “Do me a favor. Go out there in the water and rinse off so I can eat you out.”
“It’ll be salty.”
“It’s all good,” he shrugs. “I like my food seasoned.”
I shake my head. “First things first. Stand up for me.”
I pull his dick out of his shorts and stare up at him, turned on by his sly smile. I hold his gaze while I tease the tip of him with my tongue, loving the way he throbs in my hand.
Vincent really has the perfect dick. I’m honestly surprised he only has one baby mama. This is the kind of dick you show love to. The kind that makes you tell himdon’t pull out. The kind you fight other bitches over. The kind that makes you lose your fucking mind.
