Chapter TwelveEmmett
Late at night, I toss and turn, restless and horny. What I usually do in these situations is jack off, but breaking my promise to Jenna isn’t an option. I have to keep my hands off my d**k, no matter how hard things get . . . pun very much intended.
I roll over to grab my phone from the nightstand, check my calendar, and suppress a groan of impatient despair. It’s only been a week since her period . . . it’ll be at least that long before she’s due for her next impregnation attempt. And I didn’t get off the last time I saw her either. Which makes it about two weeks since I’ve had any release. I didn’t quite realize how stressed out I would be ignoring my c**k.
No way in hell can I wait out that whole time. I need to see Jenna ahead of schedule. But calling her at thi
