Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
She caught me watching. But then I hadn’t bothered to hide it.
Her smile was slow and knowing as she let the brush drop to the dresser before she stepped toward the bed. I reached for her, dragging her onto my lap, one hand slipping under the shirt to cup her bare tit.
“You still sad, baby?” I asked quietly, brushing my thumb over her nipple.
She shivered, and I whipped the shirt off before leaning down to flick it with my tongue. Warm milk beaded at the tip, and I groaned. Fuck, she tasted sweet.
She gasped, rocking her hips over my growing erection.
“Maybe a little,” she whispered. “I love watching them grow, but I miss the days when he was tiny.”
I wrapped an arm around her waist, dragging her under me as I leaned her back onto the bed.
“Then let’s make another one,” I suggested, my voice rough and my cock already throbbing against her belly. We both wanted a big family, so I knew it wouldn’t take much convincing, if any, for her to agree.
She moaned, arching into me. “Really?”
“Hell, yes. I want to fill this house with the sound of little feet and giggles.”
Emily sighed dreamily. “You mean it?”
“Angel, I’ve been meaning it since the moment you gave me our son.” I bent to suck at her other nipple, drinking her sweet cream and savoring the way her fingers tangled in my hair. “Every time I see you swollen with my baby, I swear I fall in love all over again.”
“Jude…”
“It’s sexy as fuck, baby. Especially when your tits are swollen and dripping.” I caressed her flat belly and murmured, “Want you full of my kid, round and glowing. Want everyone who sees you to know who you belong to.”
She grinned through a breathless laugh. “Admit it, you enjoy showing me off. Like some kind of caveman proving his virility.”
“That too.” I grinned as I nudged her thighs apart. “And we make damn cute kids.”
What followed was slow and filthy, a promise in every thrust, devotion in every kiss.
“Gonna breed you, angel,” I growled when my spine began to tingle and her pussy tightened, ready to climax. “Come, baby. Want you to take every drop.”
Emily grabbed a pillow and shoved it over her face right before she screamed. Her muscles rippled around my cock and milked me until I filled her with my seed, groaning her name and whispering how she was mine—always.
I collapsed on top of her, our heartbeats racing and panting as we tried to catch our breath.
“Mamamama!” Our daughter’s voice crackled through the baby monitor.
I dropped my head to the valley between her tits and sighed. “These little cockblockers.”
Emily giggled, her fingers running through my damp hair. “At least she waited this time.”
“Fair point.” I kissed the tip of each breast, then her collarbone, and finally her throat. “Still want another one?”
“Are you sure you do?” she teased, voice sweet and lazy.
I flexed my cock inside her, making her gasp. “Hell yes. Seeing you pregnant is the hottest damn thing on earth.”
Her smile turned wicked. “You just like the way people look at me when I’m carrying your baby. So it’s stamped all over me that I’m yours.”
“It is.” I kissed her hard. “But I like the truth of it, too. You’re mine. Forever.”
“Mamamama!” River shouted again, sounding a little put out this time.
Emily giggled happily as I rolled off the bed, tugging on a pair of sweatpants.
“Get some rest,” I told her, brushing a lock of hair off her flushed face. “Gonna go take care of my baby girl. Then I’m coming back to make another one.”
A shiver ran through her, and her eyes heated, the blue turning to sapphire.
Before I left, I leaned down, kissed her softly, and murmured, “I love you, angel.”
She smiled brightly, as though it was the first time I’d ever said it. Maybe in some way, it always was. Every time I said those words, they meant more than the last.
Because with Emily, everything only got better.
And I was never letting go.