bubbled inside his round head.
Peering down at her sex twisting around his manhood, Salvador roared. “Ah, fuck!” Heavy loads of semen shot from his slit into the condom, filling it. He’d cum so hard, he felt a headache coming on. Salvador withdrew from her entrance to find his shaft bare. “Shit!”
“What’s wrong?” Sasha asked, dropping to her side, then rolling to her back.
“The condom. I don’t see the condom,” he stated in a calm tone, but his heart was beating fiercely.
Sasha looked at his bare member and gasped. “Where is it?” she asked, her eyes combing over the bedspread.
“It must be inside you. Open your legs.” Sasha spread her legs wide. Salvador inserted a finger up in her sex and pulled the cum-filled rubber from her entrance. When he squeezed the top open part of the latex together, cum leaked from the bottom tip. He cursed.
“What?”
He held the condom up to his face. “The condom broke.”
Fear shot to Sasha’s face as her eyes rounded. Her mouth flew open. “Oh, no.” She slapped her forehead. “Please don’t tell me this really happened.”
Salvador scooted to the edge of the bed, tossed the condom in the trash can beside the nightstand, and then rested his back on the headboard. “Are you on birth control?”
“No. I haven’t been on them for months now. Since I wasn’t engaged in sex, I stopped taking them. Dear God. What if you got me pregnant?”
Salvador grabbed her in his arms, cradled her to his chest. “Sasha, if I got you pregnant, I honestly don’t think it’d be that big of a deal,” he said, his hand moving up and down her perspired back.
She lifted her head from his chest to look into his eyes. A wary look settled on her beautiful face. “How can you say that? Getting pregnant unexpectedly is a big deal. A very…big… deal.”
“Yes, it is, but it doesn’t have to be. If I got you pregnant, I’ll stand by your side. I’ll take care of you and the baby for the rest of my life. You have my word. So don’t worry.” Meaning every single word, Salvador pecked Sasha’s forehead and felt like he could spend the rest of his life with her.
As Salvador lay in bed holding Sasha to his chest, she kissed his chin. Threw her leg over his thigh. Soft sounds of the ocean streamed through the open sliding glass door, bringing with it a gentle breeze. Romanticizing the mood.
Their limbs intertwined, Salvador stroked the back of Sasha’s hair with his fingers. His eyes traveled beyond the open sliding glass door to the white moon perched in the sky. Relentless satisfaction filled Salvador. Sasha had made him feel things he’d never felt before. Things he couldn’t explain. Things he never wanted to let go of. If you’re pregnant with my child, I’m going to marry you right away, Sasha. No child of mine will be born a bastard.
Chapter Twenty
Patrons packed the inside of Smokehouse Bar, which was situated at the end of a dead end road and surrounded by woods. Loud pop music blasted inside the bar. Strong scents of tobacco filled the air.
Sitting on a bar stool, Laurente focused his gaze on the stripper dancing on the stage. A big breasted stripper named Champagne with blonde hair slid down the pole on the stage. Landing in a split, Champagne licked her red painted lips. Breasts spilling from her bikini top, Champagne pulled her knees into her big bosoms, threw her legs up in the air, and spread them into a wide V. She made her plump vaginal lips pulse against the crotch of her red thongs.
The men in the crowd roared!
One gentleman threw a twenty dollar bill on the stage. “Pop that pussy, Champagne!”
“Make it shake!” another gentleman yelled, tossing money at the talented stripper.
Enjoying the show while sitting at the bar, Laurente picked up his cigar from the ashtray and smoked it. Expelling a deep breath, thin white smoke spiraled from his lips. As much as he loved Zena, he wouldn’t mind fucking that fine-ass stripper named Champagne.
Champagne’s hips swayed as she made her way back into a standing position. Circling her hips, she unsnapped the front of her bikini top, let it fall to the floor. She cupped her nude breasts, mashed them together. Smiling, her gaze traveled towards the bar and landed on Laurente. Gyrating the air and still cupping her breasts, she winked at him, then licked her nipple.
The men bellowed.
Laurente’s rod jerked inside his underwear.