by Stella Stone
“I love you, sexy girl,” I rasp, pulling out then sliding back inside of her.
Slowly, I make love to my wife. She doesn’t allow me to for long, before her nails are scoring my skin and she’s begging for more, lifting her hips to offer that sweet cunt for me. I take it, just like I’ve always taken what she’s offered.
When she comes, it’s with a soft cry as her entire body trembles, when I come it’s on a roar as I fill her full of my release.
“I’m pregnant again,” she whispers into the dark room.
My smile appears immediately. The doctors said we probably couldn’t have more, so we decided to let God be in control and haven’t used any type of precautions.
Leaning forward, I brush my lips across hers. “I’ve known for a little while,” I admit. I always know before she does. Her pussy tastes different, her body starts to change before my eyes, and I just know. “Happy birthday, sexy girl,” I chuckle against her lips.
“I love you, Connery,” she sighs.
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CHAPTER ONE
KINSLEY
Fired.
What an ugly word. I was though, fired that is. The box I held in my hands as I walked down the street proved it to be true. It held everything that was personal in my desk, which honestly wasn’t much. It was embarrassing, packing up this box while someone from security watched me, making sure that I wouldn’t steal anything.
Me? Steal. It was preposterous. Almost as preposterous as the reason I was fired. Sexual harassment, my ass. My assistant was just pissed off because I wouldn’t keep quiet about him doing blow on his lunch break.
I should be thanking him for getting me canned though. I hated my job, really hated it with a passion. Now, I can do something else. Maybe this is what I really needed, the kick in the pants to get my shit together and do something different with my life. I just wish I hadn’t moved to my new place last month when I got my raise. I’m going to have to move, no way can I afford the rent, anymore.
When I arrive home, I unlock my door, and drop my box onto the entryway floor. I don’t care what’s inside of it, honestly it’s just a bunch of crap.
Walking over to the small desk in the corner, I power on my laptop and I do a job search. Throwing caution to the wind, I don’t look in any specific state. I need a big change, something that will force me to get out of my comfort zone.
I apply for anything and everything that I can find. Location is of no consequence. All I know is that I want out of this place.
Once I’ve successfully submitted at least fifty resume’s all over the country I walk into the kitchen and grab a brand-new bottle of cheap wine, and a carton of gelato.
Now, all I have to do is wait.
HEATH
There’s movement out of the corner of my eye. Standing up, I walk over to the window. Leaning my forearm against the side, I watch. It’s what I do—watch.
I don’t really leave my home. Not that I’m afraid or anything, just, what’s the point? I can have everything that my heart desires delivered to my front porch—and I do, including women if I need that.
Speaking of women, there’s a woman bent over, reaching for something inside of the backseat of her car. It’s not anything fancy, just a silver sedan, but that’s not what has me frozen to my spot. Her ass is spectacular. My cock hardens at the sight of the rounded curves.
She slowly stands up, and I grunt. Her waist is small, the tank top she’s wearing hides nothing. I can see the cheeks of her perky ass just peeking out of the bottom of her cut off jean shorts.
Her legs are long and lean, her skin creamy looking. She has a mass of black hair piled up on top of her head and she’s carrying a box. I haven’t even seen her face yet, but I already know that I want her.
I watch as she disappears into the house, and then comes bounding down the stairs a few minutes later, again. That’s when I see her face. Holy fuck. She’s absolutely gorgeous. Pink puffy lips, big round eyes, and small turned up nose.
I need her. I imagine her on her knees for me, begging to please me, and I groan, my cock growing hard enough to pound nails. Whoever she is, the new neighbor next door—I want her.
Smirking to myself, I decide right here and now that I will have her. There’s no way I can live next door to her, watch her, and not sink inside of her sweet curvy body.