Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
My hand wraps around the base of his shaft, squeezing gently, and my tongue darts out to swipe across the tip, causing his hips to jerk forward. I close my lips around it and take him deep as I suck him hard. My tongue swirls around the head, teasing the sensitive underside, and his hands fist in my hair, pulling me closer. “Fuck,” he hisses, his voice strained. “You’re so good at that.”
I hum in response, the vibration making him shudder. My hand joins in, stroking what I can’t fit in my mouth, my fingers squeezing and twisting in time with my sucking. His cock pulses in my mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and I know he’s close. I can feel it in the way his thighs tense, in the way his grip tightens in my hair.
Then there’s a loud cry from the living room. Freaking hell. I groan and release his cock. Seth sags against the washing machine, his chest rising and falling as he fights to catch his breath. “Your son has the worst fucking timing,” he groans.
“Oops.” I sit back on my heels and glance up into his amused eyes, knowing that if one of the kids is up, the other one will follow. He hurriedly pulls up his sweatpants and, sure enough, the door flies open and Molly rushes in holding her poor, mangled little bunny.
“Mommy, why you on the floor?” she asks, her big blue eyes wide with curiosity.
“I was helping Daddy look for a sock he dropped.” I blurt out the first thing that pops into my mind.
“Okay.” She accepts my explanation with a shrug before complaining, “Owen poopied his pants and it tinks.”
“I’ll take care of him,” Seth mutters as he helps me to my feet. “Can I have a raincheck?” He gives me a look full of heat and places a soft kiss on my lips.
“It’s a date.” I laugh as he walks out of the room to take care of our screaming son.
“Come on, squirt.” I take Molly’s hand and lead her out to the living room. “Let’s go see if we can help Daddy with the mess.”
Our life is a little crazy and a whole lot messy, but I couldn’t be happier.