The Plan (Off-Limits Romance, #4)(36)

Dear fuck.

She’s not your wife, I tell myself. Where in the past I told myself to open up to her, that we were trying for something, now I must remember at all times that what we’re trying for is sperm plus egg. My cock in her cunt. Marley’s whimper and my moan.

I strip off her underthings, my cock growing harder, heavier at the sight of her plump, perfect pussy and her wet-dream tits. I think of nudging up between her legs and dining on that cunt, but I’m so hard, I might come just from having her, and that won’t do for the good dom.

I rub a finger through her slickness, stroke my fingertip over her clit until she’s lifting her hips, and then I stretch out beside her and beckon her until she’s close enough to grab. I bring her down atop my face and pant as Marley’s tongue traces around my head.

Then I fill her soft cunt with my fingers, and I start to lick her core…along her slit…around her clit: teasing her—and Marley jerks and yelps between lapping at me like an ice cream cone.

Finally, I give her clit some love, and she is moaning, pumping my shaft, stroking my balls, and it’s as if she remembers her unholy task as I start lapping at her in earnest, because she sucks my cock into her mouth, taking me so deep she coughs, then blows me like the hooker that I know she isn’t. Goddamn, I forgot the kind of head she gives…

Marley knows exactly what I need and when. The only thing that keeps me from spurting down her throat in something like a minute is my focus on her cunt. I need her whimpering and sagging on my face, and pretty soon, that’s how I have her. She’s still deep-throating me, but with less focus. Good.

I can feel her jerky breathing, feel her shaking. I trace a ring around her clit, then focus on her slit and filling her pussy with my writhing fingers.

Marley hums around my cock, and my tongue on her clit goes limp as my balls draw up.

She swirls her tongue around me, and I try to think of something else as I lick up and down her puffy seam, parting her lips and lapping at her clit.

“Please,” she starts to whimper. The wetter she gets, the tighter she feels around my fingers, the harder and deeper she sucks me, until I’m right there on the ledge and have to think of babies to hold off so I can finish her. And then I do, and she sucks me so deep and hard, I see stars.

I shut my eyes, let out a breath, and let myself come.

Marley laps up all of me. When the deed is done, I ease her off me and lay her on her bed, then pull the covers over her. When she looks up at me, her eyelids are heavy.

“It makes me so sleepy…” She smiles, and it’s as if not one day has passed between twelve years ago and now. She always smiled with her heart in her eyes. I remember how it used to make me feel disarmed.

I try to pretend I don’t feel that way right now. I think I succeed, because she looks a little less relaxed as she brushes her hair out of her eyes and sits up.

“So—does this mean you want to make a baby with me?”





8





Marley





He stands by the bed, solemn-faced and statuesque as he looks down on me. One hand comes up to his scruffy face, and his gaze trails down to the bottom of the bed, as if he’s lost in thought.

“Take some time to think about it.”

His eyes snap back to mine, his handsome face twisting in an almost-mournful look. “Marley. I meant what I said.”

“What part?” I murmur, frowning back at him.

He rubs a hand back through his hair and breathes deeply, making his pecs swell and his shoulders rise. “This isn’t the best time.” He says it hoarsely, looking miserable now, and guilt squeezes my stomach.

“Maybe it’s too much, then.”

He steps closer, reaching down to hold my hand—except he doesn’t. He wraps his fingers around my wrist, jaw tightening as he stares down at it. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

His grip on my wrist tightens slightly, and I can read the part of this he isn’t saying.

“Only physical. And you want it how you want it. You want to set some rules. You want to be in charge,” I whisper.

His eyes lift to meet mine. “I would have to be.”

I nod. Last time we were together, he was always big on kinky things like tying me up and spanking me. Everything we did felt so good, I never even thought to question it. And now, this go ’round—unlike last time—I don’t expect more. I don’t need more. I’ve been single for a while now. I’ve been pregnant single. “We would have a physical exchange, and after, you would be the baby daddy, Gabe. Just that.”

He lets go of me and nods once. “I’ll sleep on it,” he says quietly.

So I’m left there with my sexed-up room, my empty room, my empty heart, my empty life—waiting to find out if the man who broke my heart will give me something invaluable. Something undeniably strange and probably twisted and very possibly amazing.

The next morning, standing in the kitchen, I put the top back on my pen and peer down at the sheet of lime green construction paper I found in the bottom of one of my boxes, and I admire my handiwork.



The Plan

Gabe & Marley



Needs (Marley):

-1-2x a day “encounters” two weeks out of every month

-Attractive partner with stamina and mystique