Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“You’re so deep like this.” She arches her back. “I don’t think I can take much more.”
“Yes, you can,” I grit between clenched teeth as I slam into her over and over again. Her pussy is so wet that it drips down my balls. “You’ll take my cock any way I want to give it to you.”
“Yes! Just”—she looks over her shoulder—“like that.”
I slam to the root of me, my balls slapping her clit as we both come. “Your pussy is sucking the cum right out of me. Taking it all.”
“Yes,” she pants, “I want it all. Everything you have to give to me, I’ll take it.” She collapses on her stomach. “But that’s it for a while.”
I slap her ass before I pull out of her and her pussy tightens once before letting me go. “I’m going to wait for you here,” she tells me as she grabs a pillow.
I laugh at her as I walk back to the bathroom. “I was trying to nap.” I look over my shoulder at her. “You were the one who started playing with my dick.”
“Okay, well, now I think we both nap. You need to put boxers on or something.”
“We tried that the second time!” I shout and turn on the water. We’ve spent the day making up for lost time. Each time we were done with a round, we would go to our separate corners, but then one touch from the other person and it would be on. We went downstairs and I ended up eating some of the frosting from her cakes right from her pussy before I bent her over and fucked her. Then we went to take a shower, each of us watching the other wash themselves. That ended with me fucking the shit out of her mouth and then having her riding the shit out of my cock, reverse cowgirl. Just thinking about it, my cock stirs. “Baby, you need a rag.”
“I’m sleeping in the guest room,” she mumbles, and when I walk out with a rag, she’s still lying down in the same spot I left her in.
“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight…” I walk over and move her leg over, ready to clean her.
“Jaxon,” she hisses, thinking that I’m about to slide inside of her, “your dick is going to be missing skin soon.”
“I was going to clean you.” I hold up the wet rag in my hand and she gawks at me.
“I got it.” She grabs the rag from me and I watch her open her legs. “This shouldn’t excite you the way it does,” she hisses at me, as she tosses the rag back to me, getting under the covers. “Now, let me nap.”
“Okay.” I toss the rag to the side and slide into bed with her, grabbing her around her waist and pulling her to me.
“I need to sleep,” she groans out.
“I know, but I wanted to talk to you about something,” I tell her and she turns in my arms to face me. “You’re beautiful. Have I told you how beautiful you are today?”
“Yes,” she says softly, “you always tell me. But you especially told me today.” She smiles up at me.
“I’m going to tell you that every single day, and when our daughter is here”—I smile—“I’m going to want her to remember I always told her mom she was beautiful and I loved her every single day.”
“What if it’s a boy?” she asks me.
“I want him to remember I told him how proud I was of him and I loved him.” I smirk. “Also, take care of your mom.”
“What?” she shrieks out.
“Well, when I go away on the road, he has to know that he has to take care of you.” She pushes me away from her, but I pull her back to me. “I can’t wait to find out what we are having.”
“So I guess you want to find out?”
“I do,” I answer her. “Do you not want to know?”
“I thought I did,” she says softly, kissing my chest and then looking back up at me, “but then I thought about it more. I don’t really care if it’s a boy or a girl. I just care if the baby is healthy.” She smiles. “I care that he or she has ten fingers and ten toes. I care that it’s a smooth and easy labor,” she adds. “It’s kind of fitting, don’t you think, us waiting? It was a surprise pregnancy.” She laughs. “Might as well be ‘surprise, it’s a boy!’ or ‘surprise, it’s a girl! ’”
“Then we’ll wait,” I tell her and pull her close to me. Inhaling her scent and finally, for the first time in a week, feeling like I can breathe. “You’re right, it doesn’t matter what it is.”
“And besides, I’ve been looking at some decorations for the nursery.”