Mating Lexi

Mating Lexi PLANNED PREGNANCY AGREEMENT EROTIC ROMANCE APRIL CROSS Copyright © 2023 by April Cross All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Cover Designed by GetCovers Editor, Adam Gaffen Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Epilogue Claiming Kylie In the Works Surrendering Control Excerpt About the Author Acknowledgments Chapter One “Oh god, Lexi. You’re so sexy.” Craig breathes against my stomach. His lips and tongue leave a scorching trail of wetness on my skin. I’m hypersensitive to his touch and shiver whenever his tongue flicks against me. I’m breathless and needy when he gets to my breasts and attaches his mouth to a nipple. Arching my back, I try to force him to suck harder and moan in frustration as he latches on gently. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this turned on. I think he might be the one. Tonight was my second date with Craig. We initially met up for coffee to make sure he wasn’t a creep. When I invited him over for dinner, we both knew we’d be in my bed by the end of the night. I have him right where I want him. He pulls on my nipple with his amazing mouth. When one of his hands slides down my stomach to play with my soft curls, I spread my legs to give him a hint. I’m wet and ready for him. I gasp when he finds my clit, rubbing back and forth at a steady speed. Jesus, this guy is good. I picked a winner this time. I take advantage of Craig’s exposed chest, sliding my hands across every muscle I can reach. He’s a swim instructor with an incredible build: tall, lean, and athletic. He claims he’s well-endowed. Based on the size of his package in his jeans, I’d say he’s a big boy. It looks like Craig won the genetic lottery. Now I just need to get his jeans off him so we’re both naked and get that rumored magnificent cock inside me. I’m edging close to my orgasm, and I want us to come at the same time. I moan, “Oooh, fuck me, please.” He stops playing with my nipple and captures my mouth in a deep, toe-curling kiss while he rubs my swollen clit harder. I grind against his hand. “Do it now. Please fuck me now!” He hovers over me and rises to kneel between my legs. When I hear the zipper on his jeans, my curiosity gets the better of me. I have to look. He pushes his boxers and jeans down enough to free his cock. It’s as massive as he claimed. The tip glistens with pre-cum in the soft lighting, and I lick my lips. Mmm, yummy. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I prepare for that glorious first push I love so much. There’s nothing like the moment a cock presses into me and my pussy shapes and molds around it. The crinkle of a condom package wrenches me out of my sexual haze. Wait, what the fuck? He said he doesn’t like condoms. I gyrate my hips to tempt him. “Craig, I need you so bad. Just shove it in me.” “Be patient, my eager one.” He chuckles. “This will only take a second.” My heart drops to the pit of my stomach. I watch in frustration as he stretches the condom over that beautiful rod of flesh—dashing my dreams with a thin latex sheath. When he presses in, I’m too distracted by my disappointment to enjoy it. Dammit, I guess Craig isn’t the one. When we met for coffee, I’d probed him a bit about safe sex practices and he sheepishly admitted he hates condoms and prefers not to wear one. So why did he feel the need to put one on tonight? Craig’s thrusts become rougher and more frenzied, pounding away at me as his breathing grows ragged. I give the expected responses, and moan and sigh just enough to make him believe I’m loving everything he does, but it’s all a charade. I perfected my act over the last six months with all the random hookups in my quest to get pregnant. After five minutes of him huffing and puffing while he drills into me, I tense my body on purpose and fake cry out with what sounds like an earth-shattering orgasm. I rock against him until he groans that he’s coming, twitches several times, and collapses on top of me. He buries his face in my breast and I hold in a sigh as I caress his hair. Damn it! This month is ruined. My plan to use him all night has gone up in smoke. I was going to send him home tomorrow after breakfast with one last romp to squeeze every bit of nectar from his balls. Ugh. I track my ovulation and have one window of opportunity each month to find a guy who won’t insist on wearing protection. The guys who say they hate condoms and then pull one out during sex are a colossal waste of my efforts. I narrow my eyes when I hear a soft snore. Yep, Craig needs to head home. I buck gently to wake him up. He stirs and mumbles, “Sorry. I dozed off.” I keep my tone light and flirty. “Hey, sleepyhead. I have an early morning, so I’m