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  Her nails scratched my chest.

  I made this ungodly howl of delicious delight. The gates of my pleasure opened wide. The hot seed boiling inside exploded with the intensity of a raging inferno.

  She clawed at the sheets and writhed with the mask of pleasure on her face. I could feel the way the constricting walls of her sex were milking every drop from my balls. The feeling and the sound of my release was the siren of an animal mating.

  I was looking at her eyes and the way her hair fanned over the pillowcase. Her scent was everywhere. Our bodies were stuck together like puzzle pieces.

  The smell of sex was an aphrodisiac for the senses.

  I continued to drive with insistence. It wasn’t over and my cock was showing signs of when I was twenty. Her body was my little blue pill.

  “Don’t say that I don’t give a woman what she….wants.” I had worked tirelessly to keep up with her insatiable demand.

  We couldn’t take it anymore and this was our way to express how we felt without the words.

  I was elated beyond words.

  She scrambled downstairs and returned shortly with the makings of a Thanksgiving feast.

  “I believe Thanksgiving is going to take on a whole different meaning after we’re done.” She erotically dipped a piece of turkey into the cranberry sauce.

  Placing it against my lips, we stared at each other as she fed me this morsel to satisfy my need for sustenance. She leaned forward and licked the little bit left over still on my lips.

  I did the same thing. The cranberry sauce on my fingers was soon smeared on her breasts. The added component made it necessary to use my tongue. The mixture was sliding down her flesh and I was right there to capture it.

  Some of the stuffing and the warm gravy was applied strategically along her inner thighs. This was a scrumptious feast waiting for me to consume. I had no idea what we were going to do for an encore.

  “I’m going to need you to clean it up.” She motioned with her eyes and I followed until her legs were limply hanging over my shoulders.

  “I won’t be able to look at a turkey and all the trimmings the same way again.” The heat of the gravy didn’t have the temperature to burn. It was a tempting meal fit for a king.

  “You’re going to have to get in there deep.” My tongue was up to the task and I was going to make sure not one single scrap was left behind.

  I became ravenous, growling and slathering her mound with my tongue. I was having a good meal with her pussy juice being the secret ingredient. It was the sweetness after everything that was cleaned off more to my liking.

  “I don’t think… I fully understood what was going to happen. I’ve created an insatiable monster. Do try and come up for air once…in awhile.” The feeling of the sheet paled in comparison to the smoothness of her flesh.

  I heard her exhale of pleasure when I rammed the length of my cock into her quivering depths. Her lips folded around me with the slippery wetness of her sex marking her territory. I surged forward holding her gaze and felt her body surrender to my advances.

  She was twisting and turning her head from side to side. She was taking residence in the pleasure I was inflicting on her.

  I was slowly giving her each inch to make her feel every one. Each time I came out to where only the head remained was when I stopped and made her beg me with her eyes to continue. I teased her with short strokes.

  “You know what I want. Stop teasing me...” Her lips were calling me to action.

  I buried my tongue in her mouth with her legs wrapped around me in a tight vise. I barely had enough room to give her a pounding. I found my breath heavy.

  The finish line was right within my reach.

  I turned her into the spoon position where I was behind her. I found her gaping and in need for more. I circled my arms around her, holding her tight and using the power of my thrusts to make her cry out my name.

  “Tyler… Tyler… Tyler…” My name spilled from her lips and there was no better sound than hearing my name being repeated in the throes of passion.

  “I want this to last a little while longer.” My pace quickened along with my pulse.

  The vein in the back was reminding me how close I was to bringing this to an end. The lips of her hungry little hole had swallowed me down to the base too many times to count. The walls vibrated along the length of my pipe.

  She began to beat my chest while screaming obscenities in my ear.

  “Fuck me… fuck me harder.” Her scream was followed by her teeth biting my neck.

  “ERIN.” The last of my resolve crumbled with one final lunge.

  The heat of my cream burned inside me until it exited at the head. I was lost in the pleasing way she squeezed like I was a tube of toothpaste. It wasn’t with the same volume, but it did have the same intensity.

  “It has been some time since I have gone all out.” She was practically smoking while lying there and trying to catch her breath.

  “I have no idea where that came from. My cock hasn’t been that hard since I was 18. I still feel a slight twinge. It won’t take much to encourage a repeat performance.” I was whispering these sweet nothings in her ear.

  “I shouldn’t have kept you waiting. I was foolish to think I could find anything resembling what we have together.” She grazed my cheek and the feeling of her naked buns were fueling my libido.

  “It was worth the wait.” I snuggled up behind her with our hearts beating in unison.

  CHAPTER 15

  Erin

  “Erin, darling, have you seen my phone?” Tyler was rushing out to the door, he was running late to his quarterly board meeting.

  “You left it in the washroom.” I just stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. He came in, and I casually let my towel drop to the floor. His eyes lit up just as they did when I was undoing the strings of my bikini in Costa Rica. So much had happened since our time in rehab, and it was almost two years ago. After that fateful night when Tyler surprised me with a turkey on Thanksgiving last year, we were practically inseparable. Tyler secretly bought a beautiful penthouse unit with an ocean view in San Diego. He asked me to move in with him on Christmas Day. Tyler was like a child on Christmas day and wanted us to open our gifts. I opened the box, and inside there was another box. After 3 boxes later, I found a key – the key to his condo, and that was how he asked me to move in. I used to not care for romantic gestures in general, but I guessed I had changed after meeting Tyler. Since then, we had settled into our world of domestic bliss.

  “You look delicious and I would punish you real hard for teasing me if I wasn’t running this late.” I bit my bottom lip. I knew I shouldn’t be teasing him but I couldn’t help it.

  “I dare you. Come punish me.” I kissed him hard and fast. My hands wandered all over his body, probably wrinkling his perfectly starched shirt. I could see the faint outline of his hard cock under his dress pants. Just as he started to loosen his tie, I stopped him.

  “Time for your meeting, here’s your watch. I love you. Now go.” I pushed him out of the bathroom, through the hallway to the door.

  “Great, you just want me to parade around with my hard on. Mark my words, I will punish you tonight.” I blew him a kiss, and pushed him out the door.

  There was no greater joy than teasing him. No matter how much he complained about it, I knew he loved every single minute of it.

  Now that I got him out the door, it was time to start my day. There was much to do before his return. It was the Friday before Thanksgiving. I had to submit my first draft of my book to the editor, finish my restaurant review for the Food & Wine magazine, defrost the turkey and do grocery shopping for the Thanksgiving feast. Stella and Edgar would be joining us this Thanksgiving, and most importantly I would be meeting Tyler’s mother for the first time.

  My phone buzzed from Tyler’s text. My naughty minx, what are you up to? Are you ready for the spanking of your life time tonight
?

  Dear Mr. Board of Director, don’t you need to focus on making however many hundreds of millions right now?!? I texted.

  LOL. Stella finished presenting the quarterly results. We are having a coffee break right now, so I have a bit of time. Are you procrastinating with your writing? Are you sipping coffee naked in front of your laptop right now?

  YES and YES. Now let me start writing, or I’m cancelling Thanksgiving!

  Mmm…what a lovely image. Bye for now Miss Crankypants :P

  This man knew me inside out. I put my phone aside, took a deep breath. It was time to get down to business. I took a big gulp of coffee, and pounded away on the laptop. Three hours later, my writing was complete and sent off to my editors. It was time to defrost the turkey and plan out the Thanksgiving dinner so I could start grocery shopping. I really wanted to impress everyone especially Tyler’s mom. I wondered what she was like. Would she be like Grandma Eugenia? I missed her dearly and I knew she would approve of Tyler.

  It was a beautiful autumn day. I made my way through the grocery store and collected all the necessary ingredients. The traffic was light and I was home in no time. After I put away the grocery and I found myself at the kitchen island mapping out the timeline for each of the dishes so all the side dishes would be ready at the same time as the turkey.

  My phone buzzed. Hey Erin, I just read over your piece, it was exactly what I wanted. I just emailed you your next assignment. Let me know if you have any questions. If I don’t hear from you, happy thanksgiving!

  It was John, the chief editor at the Food & Wine magazine. I booted up my laptop, read through his email. My assignment was to visit the hottest Asian-Mexican fusion restaurant, Lemongrass Burrito, that just opened up a month ago and write a review by next Sunday. How could I say no? After my return from Costa Rica, I had this newfound focus and energy in my writing. Miraculously I landed this amazing writing gig for this magazine, it started out as a freelance job and eventually I was hired as a staff writer. Over the last two years, I got to visit new restaurants and interviewed with world class chefs and restauranteurs. I checked my google calendar, and made a reservation for next Friday night. I saved it in my calendar, and browsed through the planned activities for the coming week. Within seconds, the monthly reminder of my next period popped up, I should be getting my period tomorrow. Wait.

  SHIT.

  Did I have my period last month? I went through my calendar 27 days back and tried to recall but I didn’t remember having my period last month. I checked my birth control pack, I didn’t miss any pills in the last month. I was always diligent with birth control. My mind was racing. I could almost hear my heart pounding.

  I immediately rushed out to the convenience store down the street for a home pregnancy test. I picked up two boxes of pregnancy test kits, and practically ran home. There was not a moment to spare, I had to know.

  I peed on the stick, and paced back and forth for the three minutes. It was the longest three minutes in my life. The results was unclear, there was one solid blue line and one faintly blue line. I drank another two glasses of water, and waited another hour to take a second test.

  I needed distraction to help me get through the following hour. I googled the effectiveness of birth control and found it to be 99.9%. Could I be that 0.1%?

  I couldn’t help but imagine the test result being positive, what would I do? Everything was going smoothly. I finally had a writing career to be proud of, and Tyler was making great progress with his non-profit organization helping pharmaceutical start-up entrepreneurs launch their companies in developing countries. His vision was to bring all overall drug prices down by introducing more competition in the global pharmaceutical sector. This potentially would disrupt the pharmaceutical industry and health care delivery thereby improving the entire world’s overall health and quality of life. I couldn’t be more happy and proud of him.

  The hour was up. I ripped open another test and took a deep breath. I was calmer repeating the test a second time.

  My phone vibrated. Hey Miss Crankypants, I’m coming home. Need anything from the store?

  Oh goodness, it was already 5pm. Where did the time go?

  I texted back and tried to remain calm. Everything is fine. See you soon.

  Timer just went off, three minute was up. The stick was showing 2 solid blue lines.

  No no no no noooooooooooo.

  “Honey, I’m home!” I didn’t respond to Tyler’s 50s greeting as I usually would. My hand was shaking holding the stick.

  Erin, you must hold yourself together!

  I looked into the mirror and splashed some cold water on my face. I wished I could lock myself in the washroom and have more time to sort things out in my head. I quickly hid the pregnancy tests in my purse, and walked out to greet Tyler.

  “I’m starving. How was your day darling?” He hugged and kissed me. It was calming to escape into his embrace.

  “I’m OK,” I remained as normal as I could, “I finished my writing assignments, shopped for thanksgiving dinner and the fridge is already stuffed. Want to order take out tonight, stay in and watch Netflix?”

  “Sure, let’s order some pizza. Pisano’s? Our usual?” I nodded. Tyler proceeded to order online.

  “How was your meeting? How’s everything with the company?”

  “It was great, quarterly earnings looked good. The board was very pleased with Stella. New drug trial results are back and they look promising. Now it’s time to gear up and go through the whole FDA approval process in the next quarter so it will be mayhem at the office. I sure don’t miss those days.”

  “Tell me more about the new drugs.” I was trying to get Tyler to ramble on and on about drugs, so I could think about what to do next.

  Should I wait to confirm the pregnancy with the doctor first? That would mean I have to wait til after thanksgiving weekend. There was no way that I would go to a walk-in clinic this weekend, what kind of excuse could I give Tyler so I could do this alone? And if I was to be pregnant then what? Abortion? Or raise the baby alone if Tyler wasn’t ready to be a father?

  Time. I needed more time.

  Tyler must have talked about drugs for the last 10 minutes. He went into his scientist mode and spoke about all the drug trial details that went over my head.

  Tyler was interrupted by his phone, the pizza delivery guy was here. Oh the pizza smelled good, I thought to myself, did I eat lunch today? I didn’t think so. Where did my memory go?

  “Alright let’s eat. Where was I?” Tyler set down the pizza on the kitchen island, while I grabbed plates and napkin.

  “Drug trials…no anomalies found in the drug’s side effects?” Phew. Good thing I was half listening to him.

  “Right…so as I was saying…” Tyler continued, and I nodded every now and then, so I could continue to think about what to do next.

  Over the span of the time of us devouring this delicious thin crust pizza, I had decided to keep the baby if I was pregnant. I couldn’t help but imagine a tiny version of Tyler or myself. I had a financial means to be a single mother if Tyler didn’t want to be a father. The idea of Tyler of not wanting to be there was upsetting.

  “Darling, why are you crying?” He wiped away the tiny tear that was at the corner of my eyes. I quickly back away and wiped my eyes.

  “Nothing. Probably something in my eyes.” I got up from the kitchen island, and cleared out the dishes and put away the pizza box for recycling.

  “Netflix time? Let’s binge on that new show that Paige was telling me about.”

  “Or we can finish what you started this morning.” Tyler planted little kisses and nibbled on my neck, the sensation was electrifying.

  As much as I wanted to escape from the current issue at hand by jumping his bones, I didn’t want to do that. I needed a resolution. Think quick Erin, I thought to myself.

  How should I break the news? If I were to tell him now, could it ruin Thanksgiving i
f he didn’t want to be a father? I looked back at the last two Thanksgivings with mixed emotions, with Grandma passed away and Tyler surprised me at my door step. This thanksgiving would be meeting his mother, and potential baby news?

  “What’s wrong Erin? You seem distant.”

  Oh hell, this was not the time to be coward about it.

  “Alright, let’s have a seat. I have something important to ask you.” Tyler had this look of concern on his face, he sat down next to me on the couch.

  “I know we haven’t talked about this, and we have been only living together less than a year. But I would like to know your opinion of being a parent one day.” This sounded like a relationship talk. Tyler took a sigh of relief and sat in silence for a minute. The silence was deafening.

  “I wasn’t expecting this discussion but let’s talk about it. I honestly haven’t thought much of having kids. I have never thought about it before meeting you. After we met, I had thought about the whole marriage and all that jazz. Hell, the idea of marriage popped into my head in Costa Rica. Though you were rejecting me…Wait, are you going to propose to me?” Out came the playful Tyler trying to change the topic of discussion. I laughed out loud.

  “No, that’s not what I was asking you.”

  “Oh you don’t want to propose to me, I’m getting’ out of here.” Tyler joked again, trying to sound like a woman with his version of woman voice.

  “Seriously, I am asking if you ever thought about having children, and how you feel about it.” I was glad that Tyler was in a silly mood.

  “Sure, let’s have kids if that’s what you are really asking. How many do you want? Half dozen to start?” I giggled. He kissed my cheeks.

  “That’s nuts. It’s not like ordering oysters. Let’s try to be serious.”

  “Alright, alright. Why are you suddenly asking me this? What prompted this discussion?” There was no time like the present, I was ready to tell him everything.

  “Here goes nothing.” I told him about the missing period, my diligent practice with birth control, and pregnancy test results.