My Fireman's Secret Baby, Jamie Knight [best free ebook reader for android .txt] 📗

me. My fingers start to fumble. He gently moves my hands aside and takes care of them. Soon he is standing before me, naked. His body is just as muscular and gorgeous as I remember.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he whispers as I lie back on the desk. I believe him. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now.

I look up at the ceiling, my breath heavy with anticipation. My legs spread, and soon, I can feel Kyst between them. Suddenly he is on top of me. We wrap our arms around each other, holding tightly. I can feel his cock testing me, slowly rubbing around my folds. Then, with one very slow thrust, he is inside of me. I gasp at the new feeling—more than just physical, emotional as well.

It’s so much better than I thought it would be. Kyst holds me tight. Thrusting very slowly so as not to hurt or scare me. Even now, he shows such love and concern for me. It doesn’t take long for me to get used to this feeling.

“More!” I cry out softly. He listens to me. His thrusts are sweet and gentle, making every part of my body rock.

As his cock moves inside me, tension starts to build in my belly. There is a delightful feeling of friction between my pussy walls and the thick shaft of his cock. As he pulls out and pushes in, the friction builds. It’s like my head is swimming as this big, handsome man fills me over and over with his dick.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before, and I feel so close to Kyst. His warmth radiates from his body to mine. I’m safe, held, and given the most pleasurable sensations.

When I can bear it no more, I hug him as tight as possible and cum. I’m dizzy with delight. I can feel his seed filling me up and spilling out of me as he cums. I’m too overwhelmed by everything to move or speak.

Kyst does his best to hold and caress me, still with that same gentle and loving manner of his. I never want this to end.

Chapter Thirteen - Kyst

It’s now mid-afternoon. Mylah and I sit on the couch next to each other. It was a relaxing afternoon, and we are sitting cuddled on the couch. The movie ends. As the credits start to roll, Mylah stretches.

“Sorry if I’m boring you with my old movies,” I say, looking at her.

“Not at all. I’ve enjoyed watching your movies. You’re a very talented actor,” she compliments me. I smile at her, and that makes her blush.

“Do you want to watch another one?” I ask.

“Sure! Last me check on the puppies first,” she replies. I nod my consent. She gets up from the couch and leaves the room.

I get off the couch and stand in front of the T.V. I look at the DVD copies of all my movies, trying to find one that she will really like. I’m so caught up in making the right decision that I’m startled when Mylah runs into the living room a few minutes later. Her eyes are wide with worry.

“What’s the matter?” I ask, turning to her in concern.

Her voice shakes with emotion as she speaks. “It’s the dogs. Something is wrong.” She is so upset she can hardly talk. I stop messing with the T.V.

I turn to face her and gently grab her shoulders. “Hey. It’ll be okay. Just tell me, and I can help,” I say, trying to console her.

She takes a deep breath before she speaks. “It’s the mother dog. I went in to check on them. The puppies were crying. The mom has stopped nursing them. She just lies in the corner of the box,” Mylah says. She sounds like she wants to cry again.

I lead her to the couch. “Seems like she might be sick,” I comment.

“Yeah, I really think she is,” Mylah replies in a quivering voice.

“It will be okay. Just sit for a minute and relax. We can figure this out,” I say in my most calming voice.

She listens, sitting beside me. I hear her take some calming breaths. I love how much she cares about these animals. I wait patiently, but I still keep my eyes on her in case she gets emotional again.

After a few minutes, she looks at me. “Better?” I ask. She nods her head. “How can I help?” I ask.

“Well…I need to go to the store to get droppers and puppy milk. Since the mommy is sick, I’m going to have to feed the puppies.”

“Okay. That’s no problem. I can help with that,” I tell her.

The tears are returning to her eyes again. “I also have another problem,” she admits quietly. I listen to her patiently. “The boa constrictor has escaped again. He got away while I was taking care of the dogs. So now I can't find him anywhere.” She almost cries.

I reach for her hands and gently hold them. “Relax. It's okay. We can go get the stuff for the puppies first. Then, when we get back, we can look for the snake,” I reply.

Mylah looks grateful for the help and advice.

I leave her on the couch and grab my keys. When I return to the living room, she is still there. “Are you ready?” I ask. She looks up and nods her head. We go outside, and I drive her to the store. We return home a while later.

As soon as I unlock the door, Mylah rushes into the house. She carries the milk and droppers to the guest room. I smile at her and follow. When I reach the guest room, she is kneeling on the floor in front of the box.

“Let me help,” I say as I sit on the edge of the bed near her.

Mylah hands me the puppy that she is holding. I cradle it to my chest. When I look up, she is pulling another one out of the box. “Don't worry little baby. We