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.It's just a stupid plastic wand with a round circle on the end.Amy bites her lip and whimpers a little as she crawls towards the wall and plugs it in.She glances back at me and flicks a switch.A whirring sound cuts through the room as the vibrator gets going, buzzing sharply in the quiet afternoon.Amy comes back to me just in time, taking hold of my cock before I lose it and chase after her.I have no idea what she's got planned for this weird ass toy of hers – she picked it out when I was hunting down some lingerie – but I'm excited to find out.Amy's lips close around the end of my cock, sliding forward, taking me in inch by careful inch.I get all excited, my heart pumping so fast it feels like I could very well have a heart attack right now and die happy.But then at the halfway point, she pulls back, taking a breath and starting over again.It's almost painful to watch her from above like this, see my dick disappearing down her throat.“Fuckin' stars, sugar,” I moan, letting my head fall back.The vibrator is still clutched in Amy's right hand, buzzing away but useless as a bucket of water in a monsoon.I close my eyes, enjoying the slow press of her mouth, her hot heat suctioning tight around my dick.Heaven, pure fucking heaven.I got the mother of my child on her knees in front of me, and she doesn't just give good head, and she isn't just a hot lay, but she also loves me.Me.This stupid, hardheaded, flighty, piece of shit asshole that I am.She loves me, and she's told me so straight, and I ain't never repaid the favor.Fuck.“Amy,” I start, opening my eyes and looking down just in time to see her deep throat my entire shaft.This might not be the most romantic moment in the world, but I wanted to say it when it felt right to say it, and shit, this is it.Not exactly the best story to tell to friends and family, but it's raw and open, and that's what I'm gonna do.Amy lifts the vibrator up to her face and presses the end of the wand against her cheek.“Fucking Christ!” I scream, pulling her hair hard, my hips bucking uncontrollably as I come, shooting my load deep inside her throat.The vibration from Amy's ugly ass toy unravels me from head to toe, and I end up stumbling back, shaking and sweating and hornier than a hound dog in heat.“The hell you learn to do that?”Amy flicks the switch on the vibrator, setting it gently on the floor and wiping her lips daintily with the fabric of her T-shirt.Her skin is pink all over, and her eyes rimmed with dark desire, hooded with lust.She stares up at me with her blue eyes.“From a book.”Alright, that's it.I'm done being a gentleman.I stalk forward, lift Amy up under the arm pits and sweep the rest of the shit we bought onto the floor.“Lay back, Miss Cross, and I'll teach you a thing or two.”Chapter 33Amy“Like what?” I ask as Austin reaches down and slides his hands up my belly.He rips my shirt off and grabs a black lacy bra from the floor.“Like what turns me into a fucking madman.Put this on.” He gives me a pair of panties, too – a thong.I stare at the bits of fabric like I've never seen the likes of them before.Me, Amy Cross, wearing lingerie? It's such an odd thought.I try not to let out any nervous laughter.“I think I just figured that out, didn't I? Did you like the vibrator?” I smile when he growls, ripping his pants off but leaving his boots on.Oh, and the shirt comes off, too.There he is, Austin Sparks in all his glory, cock still wet from my saliva, the Triple M tattoo on his hip stark against his tense muscles.“You can't do that to a man, not when he's about to say I love you.”I freeze, like a deer caught in the headlights of my daddy's truck.“What?” My voice is a whisper, my body a string, pulled so taut I can't even breathe.It doesn't help that my pussy is clenching tight around the dildo, still stuck deep inside of me, grinding against my sweet spots when I move.“You can't just spring that crazy shit on me when I'm gearing up for the biggest moment of my fucking life.” Tears come then, even though they're silly, even though this is such an arbitrary matter in the scheme of things.Austin does love me, I know that.And I love him.And we're having a baby together, so why does this matter so much? But it does.It really, really does.“Amy,” he says, stepping closer, touching his fingers to my chin.Our eyes meet, and even though he's naked and erect, and my body is quaking with need, filled up but wanting more, I find myself thinking this is quite romantic.Our moment doesn't occur in a candlelit grove or during a fancy dinner at a French bistro, or on the top of the Empire Statement at midnight, but it does happen.It happens so fast that I don't even realize what's going on at first, that our souls are twining and twisting into one, binding us together forever.Romance isn't defined by the place or the time or even the words that are spoken, it's defined by the feeling, the sense that you would do anything – anything – for this person and that they'd do anything for you.I finally find my own words, separate from my books, from Sali Bend, from my mother.My words.Mine.To go perfectly alongside my Austin and his.“I love you, Amy Cross.I think I have from the moment I first met you.I was just too stupid to realize it, too scared to care this much, try this hard
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