Tainted Gold (Providence Gold 3)

“Impossible,” he rumbled as he pulled me into him, and rested his chin on the top of my head. I could feel where his beard was getting caught up in the strands as he found a comfortable spot. “That’s totally impossible, Lil. Can you tell me you haven’t felt anything for me since the day we met?”

Cocky bastard. “No,” I sighed, wishing I could tell him yes.

“Likewise. So, now we play catch up and we do this the right way.”

“How long is that going to take? What if I explode before then?” This was the worst news in the world. It was even worse than when my thong snapped and part of it had hung out the leg of my shorts in gym class, and that had been bad. “I could get a vibrator, but…”

“No fake cocks,” he growled, picking up his chin with strands of my hair following it. When he realized he was attached to me, he stopped moving away and started trying to free himself gently. “If you really need me, I’m here. I just want us to do this right and for it to be concrete.”

Although I disagreed with it, I knew why he wanted it. It was important, and he was letting me know that we were important. I loved that so much, I’d have been a fool to say no.

“Ok,” I sighed. “But for the record, let it be known I feel sex would help that too. Just a suggestion.”

Chuckling, he pulled me closer to him so that we were crotch to crotch, moobies to boobies, and tucked my head deeper under his chin. I was going to wake up looking like a Troll, except without the glitter and cool colors, but I’d take it all day, every day, and twice on Sunday and any other day ending in a y.

“It’s on record, and I’ll take it into consideration,” he reassured me. “Night, baby.”

“Night, Taint!”

I got a dig to the ribs for that which made me shriek and woke up my bladder. The bladder who was pissed that I hadn’t already answered its screams of “iceberg ahead”.

How many weeks was a pregnancy? Forty, and that included a random free two weeks at the beginning of it, like a loyalty card. Buy thirty-eight weeks of baking a human in your cooter, and you get these two weeks absolutely free!

This also meant I had thirty-five weeks to go of constant urination, loss of control over my emotions, randiness that would put a rabbit to shame, and everything else that was fun and pregnancy related ahead of me.

Yeah, I’d totally be doing this again, and again. Insert sarcasm, an eye roll, a double birdie and a shit ton of cussing.NineTateThree months later…

My dick was healed, and now it was my balls that were broken. Well, not exactly broken per se, but I now had firsthand proof that blue balls were no joke. I’d even looked it up online, and there were threads dedicated to the color being a myth, but my balls begged to differ with that shit. They. Were. Blue. The veins in them stood out like mountains, close to bursting. In fact, every beat of my heart felt like someone was turbo charging them, I swear! It was that bad that it took me about half an hour to find something comfortable to wear in the mornings.

Yes, I’d gone without sex and release for three months before, but it was different when you had someone in your life who made your penis happy, and had it panting like a dog every time they were in the same room.

And who did I have to thank for it all? Myself. Me! I’d brought this torture and trauma on my crotch. And why had I done that? Oh, Tate, be a good guy and do this shit so she knows it’s her you want and not just her vagina.

I was a dick. A dick whose balls hated him. It had gotten to the stage that it felt like I was on a hair trigger now – one rub of a hand, a rub of my shorts, the seam of my jeans and woosh fireworks. At least, it would if I didn’t have more control over myself.

Yeah, I hadn’t come in three fucking months. I didn’t want my hand, I wanted Lily, and this all added to the torture because Lily wanted me too and went to great lengths to let me know it.

Every day she’d bend over to pick something up and I’d either get a close-up of her tits or her ass, or she’d lean over me to pick something up and I’d get them in my face and her scent up my nose. I loved it and hated it at the same time. She was also starting to show and that little baby bump drove me insane. That was my baby in there, I’d put it in there. My cock had been in that vagina, I’d moved it in and out, she’d come, her pussy clenching around my dick, and then I’d come… ah, fuck my life! This was torture.