The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 4 (MC Chronicles #4) Read Free

lower, over the curve of my side and my back until they grazed the tingling flesh of my blazing ass cheeks. “Time to make ya moan,” Big growled, just as his hand came down, crashing a wave of pleasured-pain along my bottom.
    Throwing my head back, I screamed to the Gods as a building wetness trickled down the inside of my quivering thighs. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
    A finger slid down my slick heat and I moaned in shameless anticipation, pushing my hips back to gain better friction. The finger disappeared and I expelled a tiny whimper of frustration.
    Suddenly, a satisfied sucking sound thundered in my ears, mingling with Big humming in his throat. “Mmmm … Sugar Tits, you taste fuckin’ good.” His voice was gravel.
    My hips continued their assault of air humping, hoping that my movements would entice Big to touch me further; to stop teasing and give me what I wanted—what I desperately needed.
    “Now taste it with your mouth,” I begged.
    “Tell me what ya want, Sugar Tits.”
    “I want your mouth on me,” I whimpered, my thighs shaking harder, pussy throbbing. My nipples hardened to sharp points, also demanding attention.
    “Where?” he tormented.
    “My pussy.”
    “Now why would I do that?” Big groaned from behind me, his breath picking up speed. The scent of sex hung in the air.
    “Stop teasing me!” My hips went wild; more wetness trickled down the inside of my thigh. I was losing control.
    “I suppose, beautiful.” The lash of a tongue stroked my pussy, parting my swollen lips and dipping into the wetness inside. I wailed a pleasured—
    Oh, fuck! Not another one. Curling my arms around my belly, I breathe in through my nose as the pain in my lower back increases. Damn, these contractions, and they’re only gonna get worse. My belly turns to stone under thin skin, and I close my eyes to practice my breathing. With considerable effort, I try to relax and allow the wave of contraction to wash through me. Taking myself far away from the present, I focus on something else.
    Sorry, I tore ya from the sexiness I was telling ya, but these damned contractions come whenever they want to. They’re not that predictable at this point. Either that or I’m a terrible counter. Probably a little bit of both. Should have grabbed my phone so I could use that contraction app. Gunz loaded it to my cell a while back. Many times, it’s helped me determine if it’s false labor or not. As of right now, I’m certain this…
    Fuck!
    Christ almighty!
    This shit hurts! So much for focusing on something else. That’s not gonna happen right now. Not my when my back … Ouch! Shit! ... hurts like it does. I’ve read that some people have back labor. Apparently, I’m gonna be one of them. Joy!
    As the last of the contraction fades into oblivion, I release a steady breath of air and revel in the break. Reaching backward, I grab the body wash off the shelf and squirt some into my palm to cleanse my body. Yes, I know I should use a washcloth, but I forgot to grab one, so my hand is just going to have to do the trick.
    Once my body is clean, I move to my hair and spend extra time massaging my scalp. My hair has grown longer than I can remember it being. It’s almost touching my shoulders. Thankfully, it can now go back into a ponytail, which should help when I go into full labor.
    There’s a scratch at the bathroom door, so I peel back the edge of the curtain to hear a nose audibly sniffing underneath.
    “Go back to bed, boy,” I whisper to my pup.
    He whines, and I cringe at the sound, hoping that he doesn’t wake Big.
    “What’s wrong, bud?” I hear Big’s groggy voice ask.
    Too late.
    The door opens, and Pretzel, the traitor, marches in front of Big as they both make their way into the steamy bathroom.
    Big waves his hand in front of his face like he’s trying to bat away the dense smoke, then he flicks on the fan, making me internally groan. I like steamy bathrooms. He doesn’t.
    Big’s eyes