Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 22

Maddox

My head is in the gutter. I prepared a bubble bath for Michelle. Went all out on the soap and rosepetals and shit. I felt silly for doing it, but it was worth it once I saw her smile.

Michelle looked close to hugging me but instead just thanked me for setting up the room. She then went inside, and the bathroom door clicked closed.

I took Michelle’s caution as a clear message: I want nothing physical coming from you. So maybe I should just apologize to her tomorrow and say nothing about feelings and shit? My head spins.

I’m standing in the shower on the bottom floor, and hot water sluices off my body. I’m overthinking things, but soon my mind wanders to Michelle naked in that tub.

Naturally, my hand strays south of the border, and I grab my cock, and lightly squeeze it with my right hand. Before I know it, I picture Michelle naked. Smooth skin, innocent eyes, and those pink lips around my cock. I imagine her trying to take it all but ending up choking on it, down on her knees.

Fuck.

I’m so hard. I haven’t had sex since I did it with Michelle. It wouldn’t feel right, not when I like her. Want her.

My hand does quicker up and down, pressing down on my big balls. It feels great. I groan under the water, lost in the sensation and my vivid imagination. I want to dominate that girl. Would she let me? 1

It should be impossible, but my boner seems to grow harder between my legs when I stroke it slowly, water working as my lubricant. I’m wet and warm, and my eyes slide close as my fingers grip the base of my shaft harder. Squeezing it.

I go fast, then slow, fast, then painfully slow until another groan gets dragged out from my lips. “Feels so good…”

Even for a tall guy, I would call my cock impressive. It’s long and thick, and I would love to shove it into Michelle’s tight pussy. She felt so nice on the inside. So goddamn wet for me.

I brace myself against the tile wall, closing my eyes while my other hand works hard to bring me other the edge. Glides up and down, up and down in a rhythmic manner.

1 moan, picturing Michelle in that tub. Her small but sexy areolas and how much I want to suck them. Would she enjoy having my mouth on them? Doesn’t matter. I would do it anyway.

moan slices up

my fault. I’m a warm-blooded male, and the girl I like is currently naked

nearly giving up when the pleasure hits me. My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut. It’s still not enough. I stroke harder. Rougher. The

So close.

I shouldn’t say it.

But I have to.

Fuck

abs, it’s hotter than the water washing it away. “Jesus Christ…” I whisper, releasing

kitchen, only to find Michelle sitting by the table with

throat. Her eyes are now locked onto my pecs and the water dripping down on the

open the fridge.” Michelle snorts and lifts her pert nose into the air.

flip it open, leaning my back against the counter. It’s a better position to

“Is that so?”

way. It’s more like she is admiring my chest. Damn

and gain more of her attention. It would be

and my traitor of a cock is already ready, wanting

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way that she looks at me. But admitting that wouldn’t be as fun

bowl of cereal. You’re fine with me

right?”

the room is mine and instead smile. “Sure.” I

“Good night, Michelle.” “You going to sleep?” “I’m going to finish another beer and watch a few videos on my phone for a while, but then I’m

“Yeah.”

fridge. I try to grab another beer, but as I’m trying to fill the space

Shit.

in this dramatic way a lady would in a movie. She even says, “Oh-my god, it’s bigger

privacy would be nice.” “Oh!” Michelle abruptly stares into her bowl. “I’m sorry, but first cock, and then ass… And what am I saying?!” I breathe a laugh. “You even gasped.” She groans, hiding her face in her palm.