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)
“I said, I want to go to the stow wit mommy and daddy.”
“What store?”
“Toy stow silly.”
“Why do you need to go to the store?” She held her little hands palms up. “So I can get shtuff.” That look definitely said I was a dumb ass.
What I didn’t understand is if she believed in the fuck why did she need to go shopping? “Don’t you want me to get you toys?”
“My daddy’s gonna do it.” That’s my fucking kid.
After her mom put her ass to bed I hung up the asshole suit and took a quick shower. We met in the bedroom where she was struggling to get out of her shoes. “Why do you keep putting those shits on when you can’t even see to take them off?”
“Because they’re comfortable.” I knelt down and pulled them off her swollen feet and kept my damn mouth shut. Women still don’t make no damn sense to me. I’ve lived with this one ever since her first night in my bed and all I’ve learned is how to keep a twenty-eight day calendar.
“Where’s the cocoa butter?” I took the tub from her hand and laid her back so I could rub the cream over her stretch marks. It wasn’t long before my hand was between her thighs and she gave me shit like she didn’t know that shit was coming.
She tried covering herself and I moved her hand away. “What’s your problem?” I rubbed my fingers inside her until she started riding my hand. “I don’t want you looking at me, I don’t feel sexy.”
“Newsflash, I think you’re sexy but just for shit and giggles why don’t you feel you’re sexy?” “Look at me. I’m fat and my feet are swollen and I can’t move…” She started bawling and fucked with my hard on. But not much. It’ll take more than tears to take him outta the game.
I climbed into bed with her and took her into my arms with my hand on her protruding tummy. “You’re carrying life inside of you babe. My son or daughter. When I look at you I don’t see fat, I see a miracle. I see my love for you right here.” I rubbed her tummy and planted a kiss over her navel.
“I see our commitment and all the things we mean to each other. And I’m happy and excited that in a few weeks we’re gonna have another little pain in the ass running around here with my face and your fucked up hair.”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with my hair.” She ran her hand over the mess some half blind hair stylist had sent her home with. The shit was short on one side and long on the other like the scissors had broke or some fuck. She was still my little beauty though so I didn’t go downtown and kill the fuck.
“You over your shit now? Can I fuck?” I didn’t give her a chance to answer, just got between her thighs and spread her legs placing them over mine, and pulled her pussy onto my cock. Not my fault she fucked up the foreplay.
I kept one hand on my kid in her womb as I stroked into her. Maybe tonight was the night. I didn’t feel that wild urgency, just a nice calm fuck. Then she squeezed her snapper pussy and told me to stop playing around and fuck her.
I pulled out and ate her pussy until I didn’t feel like pounding the shit out of her and accidentally hurting her and my kid, until the inferno in my chest, and dick calmed the fuck down.
“Oh that feels so good, lick my clit again, like that.” Bossy ass. She tugged on my hair when she came and I slid up her body and drove back into her and she screamed and came. “Fuck!” I offloaded like a fourteen year old virgin.
THE END