Majesty Morgan.
Five weeks later.
"Jeremiah, stop," I whisper trying to sleep. I feel his hands in my shorts and trying to pull them down. I'm not doing anything with him. "I was not kidding when I said once Kylee was out nothing was going back in."
"Majesty," Jeremiah groans. I open my eyes and look into his.
"What," I ask, he climbs on top of me. My hormones go crazy, and my legs go weak as he grinds into me. "I said stooooppppmmmm-" I push against his chest. He slides off his shirt. Clothes are supposed to stay on not come off... I pout my lip. Jeremiah kisses me passionately and we start making out. I look down seeing my shorts disappeared. "Jeremiah."
"You can't lie and say you don't want me," he states looking down.
"When don't I Jeremiah," I ask and try to push him off of me. Getting off the bed my legs literally go weak. He's my weakness.
"Come on Majesty baby please," he whispers seductively helping me to my feet and placing me on his lap. He slides off my tank top. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. How can I say no? As soon as Jeremiah has me laid on my back Kylee begins to cry.
"No LeeLee no," Jeremiah groans, I look down seeing that his boxers disappeared. Its been too long that was definitely gonna hurt. Jeremiah gets up and slides on his boxers.
"You need to put him away," I say. Jeremiah smirks and shakes his head as he puts on sweatpants.
"Woman I need you," he states. I need you more. Jeremiah walks out of the room and walks back in a few minutes later with Kylee in his arms. I slide on one of Jeremiah's dress shirts.
"Why were you crying LeeLee," I ask and kiss her cheeks. Jeremiah puts her in bed with us.
"I don't think she likes anybody having my attention other than her," Jeremiah explains.
"Not even Mommy," I ask. Kylee smiles at the funny faces Jeremiah is making at her and she grabs at his cheeks.
"Just wait until she has siblings. Don't worry you'll always be Daddy's first baby," Jeremiah states.
"But I thought I was your first baby," I whine. "Wait did you say siblings, I told you nothing was going back in."
"If I would have had a minute longer you would have forgotten all about that," Jeremiah replies and kisses my lips. My legs go weak all over again just thinking about how right he is.
Jeremiah Jones.
Four months, I haven't made love to MJ in four months. Majesty killing me too, her body has gotten even better than before. She was sleeping in a tank top and booty shorts. I call em' booty shorts because all I see is her booty.
Kylee needs to give her Daddy at least thirty minutes, fifteen something for real. I give her a bottle and rock her trying to get her to go to sleep.
"She just won't go to sleep," I say and Majesty laughs teasingly.
"Too bad punk," Majesty replies.
"Don't do that cause you know I'm far from a punk. From the look on your face earlier you the punk because you already knew what was about to go down," I say and smirk she mugs me.
"Try sticking that... you know what never mind," she scuffs.
"You mad," I ask.
"Not at all," Majesty replies.
I wouldn't say my book is rated- R I try to still keep it appropriate for thirteen and up... I try to write for teens a few bad words and lovey dovey scenes aren't too bad right...?
