Love Over Envy: BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel by Jamila Jasper Page A
Authors: Jamila Jasper
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now she could satisfy this craving.
It didn’t take long for Genevieve to be completely free of any clothing. She stood big and confident before Sam. He led her to her bed and onto her back. He was firm enough for her to know that he meant business and gentle enough for her to know that he meant her no harm. Sam pried Genevieve’s legs apart and dipped his head between her thighs. She gasped out loud as his tongue brushed against her clit ever so gently. She grabbed onto Sam’s hair and she held his face against her wetness. She was letting him know exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it.
She had gone thirsty for too long to be shy when she came across a tall drink of water. Sam lapped at Genevieve’s soft lips, grateful to have a chance to get between her legs. He let his tongue stroke her long and slow. He dipped his tongue inside of her and nibbled on her sensitive labia. It didn’t take long for Genevieve to buck and moan as her first orgasm for the night washed over her body. It was every bit as amazing as she anticipated. Sam was an amazing lover just like she remembered. She just wished that she could have a chance to get more of him.
Sam held onto Genevieve’s thighs gripping her legs tightly as he buried his face in her pussy. This time, his lips and the rest of his face were covered in her juices. He licked her juices off her pussy after she came a second time. Then he pulled his face away from Genevieve’s sopping slit gave her a wet kiss allowing her to taste herself. Before Genevieve could ponder too long taste of her juices, Sam was stark naked and ready to thrust his large cock inside of her. He wasn’t particularly rushed except for the fact that he had been an anticipation of Genevieve for a long time. It wasn’t a primal urge, it was a spiritual need to connect with the beautiful dark skinned woman who is laying in bed beneath him.
Genevieve’s look seemed to ask him, “Should we be doing this?”
Once her eyes wandered to his sizeable dick, the question fled from her consciousness.
Sam didn’t have a good answer for her. Did it matter what they should be doing? This felt so right that it didn’t matter. Whether or not they should be doing this, “this” was bringing them more pleasure than anything in their lives had during their four weeks apart. Genevieve and Sam had not yet used the word love, but that had to be what this was. This spiritual need to be together. This unique, indescribable feeling that both of them felt when they connected. The tingling in their genitals and in every inch of their skin had to mean that this was meant to be. This was divine. It was preordained whether or not they were okay with it, this was going to happen. It wasn’t about right or wrong. It was about destiny.
Genevieve couldn’t believe that this was only the third time they had encountered each other. This felt like love even if it was unconventional. Perhaps if the English language had a hundred words for love it would be easier to describe. But there was just “love” and that was supposed to capture everything from the love you felt for your family to the love you felt for your soulmate. In betweens were unimportant. English took an all or nothing stance leaving lovers like Genevieve and Sam in limbo when it came to describing how they felt for each other.
Genevieve got a good full frontal look at Sam’s cock for the first time. Genevieve thought cocks bigger than 8 inches were a myth. It was that kind of lie perpetuated by pornography and trashy paperback romance novels. But here Sam was standing before her with over 9 inches of dusky pink flesh ready to pound her for all he was worth. His abdominal muscles were flexed even when he relaxed. Everything about his body was so sexy.
Sam rested his athletic body on top of Genevieve and his cock hovered over her entrance. The heat from skin and his heaviness aroused Genevieve even more. It was just
It didn’t take long for Genevieve to be completely free of any clothing. She stood big and confident before Sam. He led her to her bed and onto her back. He was firm enough for her to know that he meant business and gentle enough for her to know that he meant her no harm. Sam pried Genevieve’s legs apart and dipped his head between her thighs. She gasped out loud as his tongue brushed against her clit ever so gently. She grabbed onto Sam’s hair and she held his face against her wetness. She was letting him know exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it.
She had gone thirsty for too long to be shy when she came across a tall drink of water. Sam lapped at Genevieve’s soft lips, grateful to have a chance to get between her legs. He let his tongue stroke her long and slow. He dipped his tongue inside of her and nibbled on her sensitive labia. It didn’t take long for Genevieve to buck and moan as her first orgasm for the night washed over her body. It was every bit as amazing as she anticipated. Sam was an amazing lover just like she remembered. She just wished that she could have a chance to get more of him.
Sam held onto Genevieve’s thighs gripping her legs tightly as he buried his face in her pussy. This time, his lips and the rest of his face were covered in her juices. He licked her juices off her pussy after she came a second time. Then he pulled his face away from Genevieve’s sopping slit gave her a wet kiss allowing her to taste herself. Before Genevieve could ponder too long taste of her juices, Sam was stark naked and ready to thrust his large cock inside of her. He wasn’t particularly rushed except for the fact that he had been an anticipation of Genevieve for a long time. It wasn’t a primal urge, it was a spiritual need to connect with the beautiful dark skinned woman who is laying in bed beneath him.
Genevieve’s look seemed to ask him, “Should we be doing this?”
Once her eyes wandered to his sizeable dick, the question fled from her consciousness.
Sam didn’t have a good answer for her. Did it matter what they should be doing? This felt so right that it didn’t matter. Whether or not they should be doing this, “this” was bringing them more pleasure than anything in their lives had during their four weeks apart. Genevieve and Sam had not yet used the word love, but that had to be what this was. This spiritual need to be together. This unique, indescribable feeling that both of them felt when they connected. The tingling in their genitals and in every inch of their skin had to mean that this was meant to be. This was divine. It was preordained whether or not they were okay with it, this was going to happen. It wasn’t about right or wrong. It was about destiny.
Genevieve couldn’t believe that this was only the third time they had encountered each other. This felt like love even if it was unconventional. Perhaps if the English language had a hundred words for love it would be easier to describe. But there was just “love” and that was supposed to capture everything from the love you felt for your family to the love you felt for your soulmate. In betweens were unimportant. English took an all or nothing stance leaving lovers like Genevieve and Sam in limbo when it came to describing how they felt for each other.
Genevieve got a good full frontal look at Sam’s cock for the first time. Genevieve thought cocks bigger than 8 inches were a myth. It was that kind of lie perpetuated by pornography and trashy paperback romance novels. But here Sam was standing before her with over 9 inches of dusky pink flesh ready to pound her for all he was worth. His abdominal muscles were flexed even when he relaxed. Everything about his body was so sexy.
Sam rested his athletic body on top of Genevieve and his cock hovered over her entrance. The heat from skin and his heaviness aroused Genevieve even more. It was just
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