Before A Perfect World: Movie Trilogy, Book Two (The Movie Trilogy) by Kimberly Stedronsky

thin spaghetti strap of her dress, grasping her full breast in my hand. Her chest felt bigger than I remembered, and she cried out in what definitely sounded like pain.
    Unfurling my hand, I pulled away from her. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
    “My chest… is sore,” she admitted, exhaling a short, breathy laugh. “My boobs are sore, Keaton.”
    “ Vivian ,” I murmured, sliding down her length to her belly. I’d been waiting to kiss her stomach since the moment she told me that she was pregnant, and now I couldn’t think of anything else.
    As my mouth came down on her bare skin, I fisted her soft cotton dress, and she slid her hands through my hair.
    “You didn’t hurt me-”
    “Tell me you love me,” I ordered, moving up to her mouth as I hooked my thumb in her panties.
    “I love you,” she breathed, her words catching in her throat as I drew my finger along her moistened opening.
    “ Say it again, ” I demanded, more forcefully than I’d intended. As I pushed my finger inside of her, she moaned, throwing her head back.
    “ I love you Keaton! ” she cried.
    Another finger.
    My heart thundered, and I drove her mad beneath me, pressing as deeply as I could. She tried to clamp her legs around my hand, but I held her knees apart.
    She came against my hand, clenching against me, and I watched the tumultuous expression on her face as the orgasm forced a scream to her throat.
    “Hello? Vivian? Are you up here?”
    “Oh! Oh G od it’s my mom!” she practically leapt off the bed, and I caught her, easing her back to her pillow of stuffed animals.
    “Shh. Calm down. I’m going to go in the bathroom. Sit up, collect yourself. You’re an adult, V.”
    “Right,” she acknowledged, attempting to straighten her hair. I hurried to the bathroom, closing the door softly.
    “Vivian?” her mother’s voice called again, and I moved to the sink, staring in the mirror as I cleaned myself up.
    I’d just made her come, I could barely control the bulge in my jeans, and I was about to meet her parents.
    For the first time in what felt like a million years, I prayed. When I realized that it was useless to pray about the blood flow to my dick, I stared at her tiny pair of black, lace panties on the floor outside the shower, wrapping my hand around my cock.
    I was done in two pumps. I heard her voice outside the door, accompanied by a soft knock.
    “Keaton?”
    I took another breath, cleaning myself up before zipping my jeans.
    Here we go.

Meet the Parents
    V
    He stepped out of the bathroom, looking cool and collected. His jeans rode his hips perfectly, and his rain-dampened white shirt showed just enough of his chest to remind me of what had just transpired on my fluffy bedspread.
    “Where’s your mom?”
    “She went downstairs with my dad. They’re waiting for us.”
    He smirked, stepping forward to tip my chin up with his fingertip. “ What do they know?”
    I sighed, pressing my face to his chest and wrapping my arms around him. “They know I’m pregnant. They haven’t asked, but I’m assuming they think it’s Matthew’s. They have no idea about you.”
    “Well, this should be fun.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re flushed.”
    “No shit,” I whispered defensively, pulling away to press my hands to my cheeks. “You just- on my bed-”
    “Vivian, we’re waiting,” a man’s voice called from downstairs.
    “Come on, V.” He dropped his hand to the small of my back, leading me toward the staircase.
    We came face to face with my parents in the kitchen.
    My mom pulled back in surprise, her eyes raking over Keaton. My dad stepped forward, his discerning gaze focused on the man at my side.
    “Dad, Mom,” I began carefully, “this is Keaton Thorne. Keaton, my mom, Catherine, and my dad, Greg.”
    “ A pleasure to finally meet you,” Keaton greeted, shaking both of their hands. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
    “Keaton Thorne… Jane and Tony’s son?” my mom clarified. I