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He didn't let up. If anything, his moves were rougher. Then he grabbed both of my hips and yanked me up onto my knees. He drew back and crashed into me, making me scream again.
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Every part of me felt like it was breaking by the time he pulled out. He wasted no time flipping me onto my stomach, still holding my arms above my head. He pressed them back against the mattress, his other hand shoving my right knee up. A ragged scream ripped from my throat when his cock slammed back into me.
He took the box from me and held it in his palm. "This was supposed to be for tomorrow, but I have a feeling it'll help today. You need a constant reminder that we will handle anything that comes our way. together.
I'd been running from the consistent annoyance of my roommate being gaga in love at our shared apartment. Little had I known what had awaited me at the mall. In the bedroom. We'd come so far in eleven months.
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I was glued to the TV for every special on things archaeologists discovered. Like King Tut's tomb. My mom tried to take me to all of the museum exhibitions that came through town.
I still have loads of books on the artifacts and the history of the country and people.
When I'd found out I was expecting, I couldn't wait to tell Chris. But the doctor had advised against getting too excited until after the first ultrasound. It had been nothing short of torture keeping the news to myself. Turns out, I'd already been three weeks pregnant when I'd kicked Jolie out and Chris and I had broken in my new couch. I'd conceived right around Halloween.
The ring and ball grazed against my palate with his sudden yank downward. I moaned and pressed my forearms on his thighs to keep him from thrusting any deeper. With my whole hand wrapped around him now, I stroked harder. "Fuck, Holly," he panted. His fingers flexed again then loosened a little.