Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
“You know damn good and well what? And we’re not having any damn kids until I’m good and ready no matter what ma says.” I mumbled some other shit because I knew I was already beaten and out of the game. All my ass was good for now was to show up, put the ring on her finger, and throw a few kids in her at two year intervals. My ass is toast.
“And we’re not teaching our kids about fucking Santa Claus? Who the fuck is gonna believe that shit in this day and age? Anybody climbing down chimneys is likely to catch a damn cap in his ass.”
I know she was laughing at my ass and placating me with her ‘yes Grant, whatever you say Grant’ bullshit. How the fuck did this happen? I’ve known her like two damn days. I wasn’t even looking for her or what she represents. Fucking Santa bullshit got me in this mess.
“Are you coming to bed?”
“Yeah I’m coming to bed, it’s my damn bed isn’t it?” I’ma fuck that smirk right the fuck off her face.
I jumped her on the bed and the idiot laughed her ass off. “You think you’re slick? You think you got me? Joke’s on you babe. The minute your pussy snapped around my cock you were as good as gone.” That stopped her ass from laughing at me.
I pushed her panties aside, unsnapped my jeans, pushed them down, took my cock out and slid home.
Epilogue
“Come on Santa, go do your thing, your daughter is expecting it.” Fucking kid. She’s less than two years old and already got her mother beat in the nagging stakes.
I threatened to tell her that fat fuck don’t exist, that it was my hard earned money that was gonna be under that tree come fuckmas morning, but Jo threatened to put the pussy on lock if I did.
“This is going to cost you and cost you big.” I pulled on the fuck ugly suit she’d got from somewhere and rubbed her tummy. ‘This one better be a boy, too much fucking x chromosomes in this bitch.”
Three years of wedded bliss. I guess I should be grateful to my uncle the judge who sent me to her but he already gloats too damn much as it is. Apparently he and ma set my ass up and I fell right in.
Josephine was the daughter of one of his friends who complained to my uncle that his kid was getting too caught up in her work and not settling down to give him and the wife grandkids. The two fucks along with ma came up with this shit after I got into trouble for punching out some asshole in a bar for smacking his wife.
When it all came to light when I announced our engagement I couldn’t even get mad, and Jo, well she just rolled with it same as me. Now we had one kid and another one on the way and I still hadn’t conquered her gash.
She probably does that shit on purpose to keep me on lockdown. How she does it I don’t know. And since she had the baby and I bred her with this one, she’s got me worst than Pavlov’s dog.
Her tits have milk, how the fuck is a guy like me supposed to resist that shit? Now I’m back on the tit literally and she controls me with that shit.
I went downstairs so the other pain in the ass in my life could get her Santa fix and I could take my ass to bed at some point in this lifetime. Basic training brain dead knuckle heads takes a lot out of a man.
“Santa, you came.” I never heard that reverence in her voice when she was talking to me. All I ever get are orders or pouts when she don’t get her way.
“Ho-ho-ho and who do we have here?” Her eyes were wide as saucers as she came towards me with her arms up. I knew her mom was standing back on the stairs of our new home watching. My big girl wanted to meet the fat fuck on her own. In her world it was midnight, the sun had been down for a few hours, but in reality it was barely past seven.
“I’s Stacy.” I picked her up and sat her on my lap. She pulled my beard and poked my tummy hard and I had to do that stupid guffawing shit. Once she was assured that I was who I was supposed to be she got down to business.
“I wan a ticycle and a babbie and…” I need a fucking dictionary to get through this shit. I hope Jo was taking this down because I didn’t have the first clue.
“And daddy.”
“Sorry what was that?”
“You not listen Santa?” She wore my face when she said that shit. My I’d bitch slap the stupid out your ass face.