My Sperm Donor (R18) #Wattys2016

CHAPTER 11

WARNING: This chapter is FOR mature audience only and NOT suitable for young readers. It contains graphic sex scenes and strong languages so PLEASE read at your own risk.

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"Tonight is quite a strenuous but tremendous night. Isn't it, love?" Mom.

Dad smiled. "Yes, it is, love."

We just got home from the party and it's past eleven in the evening so we're all exhausted and sleepy.

"I'm off to bed first. Night everyone," Heartly said then kissed our parents' cheeks before ascending to her room.

"Where's Tyler's room, Mom? I'll-"

Mom cut me off. "Oh, sweetie, we're not into illusion that you two don't sleep on the same bed. So... he'll sleep with you."

Tyler snaked his arm around my waist and smiled coyly. "Great idea, Mom, 'cause we love to snuggle."

I lightly nudged Tyler's stomach and chortled wryly. "He was just kidding, Mom."

"I think there's nothing wrong about it, sweetie. Even I and your Mom love to snuggle too to show our affection for each other." Dad said and snaked his arm around Mom's shoulder then winked at me.

Heck! Did I hear it right? Last time I check, I have strict and conservative parents.

I smiled gawkily. "Are you both sure about this, Dad? I thought you and Mom said that it's forbidden to sleep on the same bed with a man not your husband."

"Sweetie, there's no such thing as forbidden if you'll be turning twenty-five soon. And I know, you know what I mean." Mom said while ascending to the stairs with Dad.

I bit my lower lip. 'Precisely, Mom, that's why Tyler is here with me as my sperm donor.'

"And I hope Tyler is aware about it also," Mom added.

"Yes, he does, Mom." I answered as Tyler and I started walking behind them.

"Great! So, both of you should be moving promptly from now on. Kung kinakailangang mag-overtime kayo, gawin niyo. Time is running for you, sweetie," Mom said before she and Dad went inside their room.

I blew a frustrated breath. "Yeah-right," I mumbled.

"So... where's your room?" Tyler queried after my parents closed their door.

"There," I answered while pointing at the last door of that hallway.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I woofed when he abruptly scooped me in a caveman style.

"Overtime," he replied curtly then lightly spanked my butt cheek.

And as soon as he closed and locked my room's door, he put me down, pinned me on the wall and started kissing me hungrily.

'Yeah, overtime.' I secretly smiled and wrapped my arms around his nape as I kissed him back thoroughly.

I opened my mouth when his tongue tried to seek for an entrance. And, heat waves run through my whole being when his tongue licked each corners of my mouth.

"Fuck! I miss you so much. You don't know how much self-control I did to restrain myself from taking you away from that party just to be inside you," he said hoarsely then claim my lips again.

"Me too," I uttered between our kisses.

'Cause even if we do "it" often as we can, still the feeling and intensity of wanting him is palpable every time his body touched mine.