Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
My lips twist up into a smirk as I stare at her shaved kitten. “Soon you’re going to need some help, or you’re going to have to let it grow. Either way, I don’t mind.” I lick my lips and run my tongue down her wet slit.
“Heaven help me, please don't stop. Please don’t,” she gasps. Her hand spears into my hair, closing her fingers around the strands and tugging. “Oh my goodness, Simon. It feels so gooood,” she moans, tossing her head back. “Can't. Get. Enough your tongue.”
She can't stop moaning my name. I'm so glad the shop is loud down below for all those who decided to work on the other side because my wife can shout the rafters down. Thankfully my parents are away with the baby.
Vivian’s thighs open and close as she clenches and rocks her ass, but then backs off and worries about hurting me. I smack that round ass of hers. “Squish my face, baby. Smother me.”
“I'm going to come right now.” Her voice picks up and she presses her hand to her mouth, biting on the side of her palm to stop everyone in the shop from hearing her. I yank it away because even if they stayed or actually left, I don’t fucking care. Let everyone hear my wife come for me. That’s my number one job in life—satisfying Vivian West.
I lift up and free myself from these now constricting jeans and stroke my painfully hard cock, pointing it at her sopping wet hole. “Thank you, Wife,” I state as I slide my way into her. She’s given me another gift. Every day with her crazy ass has been a treasured gift.
“You’re most welcome,” she moans, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and holding on as I piston my cock deep into and out of her slick entrance.
“You’re so damn soaked for me.”
“Always.”
“Only for me.” I can’t hide my possessiveness as I hold on to her hips and slam into her. The firm grip only drives me more insane. She’s mine, and the thought of anyone coming between us makes me nuts.
She raises her hand and caresses my jaw and I lean into it, kissing the inside of her palm. “You know it,” she responds, and I let go, flooding her pussy, unable to hold on for much longer, but we’re not even close to done.
Before lunch is over, Vivian and I share two more orgasms as we kiss and celebrate our new path. Parents. I can’t believe it, even though I’ve imagined this moment for so long, long before she and I were ever together.
We’ve babysat my new little sister many times for my parents to give us practice and them some time alone. The lessons were hard and fun. She had a lot of colicky times through the first six months, but she’s a lot better now that she’s a toddler. It was truly a lot of hands-on experience, and I’m grateful for it.
“Now, we should share the news with our parents,” I say as I help her fix her panties.
“They are going to lose their minds.”
“Your parents will certainly lose it,” I say, dragging her onto my lap as I sit on my desk chair. Since they couldn’t have more kids, it was only a matter of time until they were hoping the grandbabies would start popping up. Vivian only got off birth control two months ago. We were waiting until things settled with the assholes involved with my accident. With Steiner dead months after I gained my memory, Thad finally in prison for his role, and Richie having taken a plea deal, it was time for us to move on.
Ms. Steiner and Vivian will never get along, and I don’t blame Viv for it. She’s moved to another town where no one knew her. Miles was generous enough to let her keep a large portion of her father’s assets, even some of the ill-gotten ones if she remained on her best behavior. The genuine happiness in her demeanor told me she was sincere. Even Vivian believed her, hatred aside.
Shelby moved to another town after word got around about why Richie committed the attack on me. Her lies and manipulations were out of control. Plus, the real father of her baby was the teacher who took them on the trip—Mr. Hart. He’ll be doing some lovely time in jail. He blames her for seducing him, but he’s a grown, married man and should have known better.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, rubbing my scruffy chin.
“About how much has changed since Vail,” I sigh against her hand.
She nods. “Goodness. A lot, but it’s all for the better. Good riddance to bad rubbish, as they say,” Vivian says, waving her hand.
“Wow, becoming a mom already.”
She elbows me in the gut. I grunt, and then she gasps from thinking her little jab actually hurt me, so I let out a little laugh. “I should get back to work, and you need to get some rest.”