Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
“Nope, I think he’s dead.” He smirks. “We might have to bury him out back by the lake.”
I take my son from Amon, my status as his mother solidifying the feeling of purpose I now carry with me through life.
“No, silly,” I play back. “He’s just sleepy. I’ll take him up to bed.”
This is good enough for Charlie and his little game. He twists to hide his smile as I take him upstairs to his room and tuck him in. He always does this; he plays too hard and runs himself dry. He’s a little firecracker, that’s for sure.
When I return downstairs, I find Amon in the kitchen drying off his hands. He passes me my favorite mug—Sometimes Good Moms Are Bad Girls—that’s steaming with ginger-peach tea.
“You’re the best,” I tell him as he brushes my hair aside and kisses my neck.
“I know.” He smirks, kissing lower, causing my eyes to close.
“You didn’t make yourself any tea?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I want to taste something else.”
He growls and carefully presses me down into a chair, his hand sliding up and under the hem of my dress. “How do you do this to me?”
“Do what?” I ask innocently, taking a sharp breath as he peels my panties down to my ankles.
“Turn me into a beast. A man without restraint.”
He ducks beneath my dress, and I gasp at the sensation of his hot breath between my thighs.
“What did you say you wanted to taste, Daddy?” I whimper. I already know the answer, but hearing him say it just amplifies everything.
“Your sweet pussy, angel.”
I can’t even set my tea down before I feel his tongue, parting me and searching like he wants to touch every one of my deep pleasure points. My chest expands, and I reach up and twist my nipple as he moves up to my clit.
Like always, the sensation jolts me, and I nearly spill my entire cup as my body reacts on its own. Luckily, I only get tea on the floor and not on my wonderful husband.
He licks and sucks me with so much passion that it’s only seconds before I’m coming. His love drives deep into my soul, causing my body to twist and my hips to buck as I slap a hand over my lips to stifle my cries of pleasure.
Then he’s unzipping his fly and lifting me onto the table.
My head’s still spinning, and my body is jerking as he slides his thick manhood inside, spreading me wider and grasping my breasts as he starts to pound me.
He gazes down at me, and I stare up at him, and in that moment, I know we’re both thinking the exact same thing.
“You want another baby, don’t you?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He smiles, and I feel our connection strengthen. A fierce thrust causes the table to shake, and he leans down and lets his lips just barely press against mine.
“I’ll get you pregnant right now, angel.”
He fucks me so hard that all I can do is hang on to his big arms and take it, and when he goes off, and I feel him pulsing inside me, spilling his warm seed deep into my womb, I climax again.
We come down together, a hot, sweaty mess of love and devotion.
I can see it now. Our future. My belly growing day by day, week by week. Daddy taking care of me as the months go on.
Our beautiful future with more and more children. More and more love.
A future I never believed possible.
A future he showed me I deserve.
THE END