Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I dip my head to take her mouth, stroking her tongue with the same rhythm as my cock takes her cunt. She moans into my mouth, the sound vibrating her frame. Her pointed tits scrape against my chest and her fingers make deep scores in my shoulders.
I keep at it until I feel like I’m about to burst, and then flip over onto my back. “You take me,” I order.
A wicked grin spreads across her face. “Can you handle it?”
“Bring it.”
She rises on her knees until I almost pop out, only to slam back down. I bite my lower lip hard enough to draw blood as I fight off the orgasm that’s ready to explode. Sweat beads on my forehead. Staying still and being steady while watching my wife’s smoking hot self wiggle and sway as she rides my cock takes more self-control than I thought I had, but I keep that ember banked because I want to enjoy this moment for as long as I can. This is a fucking miracle. I have no business being loved by a woman as gorgeous and kind and sexy as Summer. I have no right living this perfect life with her by my side, Colby down the hall, and my sculptures sitting in the best museums in the world.
I’ve lived my life as a beast, scarred and angry and, yeah, even fearful that someone might decide I shouldn’t be breathing the same air as them. If Summer hadn’t come along, maybe I would’ve woken up with the mob at my gate and not just the chief checking on Summer’s well-being. Or maybe I would’ve turned into a true monster as I holed up in my castle, shunning all outsiders.
None of that happened. Instead, I’m lying on my back with the best damn orgasm sitting at the base of my spine, ready to rocket down my cock as soon as my beautiful as fuck wife finds her own release. Her tits are bouncing, and her head is thrown back. The long, erotic column of her neck is exposed. I grip her small waist and hold her as I penetrate her deeply, thrusting upward until I swear I can feel her womb.
“We’re making a baby today,” I tell her. “A baby sister for Colby.”
“Yes. Put your baby inside of me,” Summer says. “Fill me up.”
Her words ignite my fuse. Want and need and desire squeeze the air out of my lungs. I’m dizzy with lust. Desperate and barely able to speak, I grit out, “Come for me then. Come for me now.”
She lets out a gasp and her heated cream smothers my cock. I shout as my own release barrels through my shaft and shoots into her heated pussy. Cum jets into her cunt, filling her up just as she commanded. Her tense body grows lax as she slumps onto my chest.
I run a hand over her damp back. “I guess it’s true,” I whisper into her hair.
“What’s that?”
“Beauty really does tame the beast.”
Epilogue
A few years later
“Not so fast,” I hear my husband growl from behind me. I turn to see him jogging toward me down the long hallway. He comes to a sliding stop in front of me. “Should you be carrying this?” He takes the platter from my hand. “We have staff to serve the food tonight for a reason.”
I stare up at him.
“Shit. What?” He looks around. “What did I do? Are you about to cry?”
“No.” I sniffle.
“I’m not sure I believe you.”
“Oh, not only am I fat, I’m a liar too?”
“When did I ever call you fat?”
“You’re a dick. Calling your pregnant wife fat,” Len says as he walks past us in the kitchen to go out the back doors where the party is in full swing.
“Why do I keep letting these people come over?”
“Because they’re family?”
“You’re my family.”
“They don’t call me fat.”
He lets out a curse, running his hand down his face.
“I’m going to show you just how much I love every fucking inch of your body.” He grabs my hand, trying to pull me from the kitchen.
“No! No! No!” Tina jumps in front of her brother. “I know you. She’ll want to come back and you won’t let her up for air long enough to get back out here either.”
“He’s upset. He called me fat.”
Tina’s mouth falls open before she smacks her brother in the chest.
“When did I call you fat?”
“You don’t have to yell. I’m right here.” He glares down at me. Beast, I mouth, making his lip twitch.
“Out with it, wife.”
“My plate.” I point over toward the counter. “You thought my plate was a serving platter.”
“It’s not?” Tina doesn’t look convinced either. I huff turning around to leave. An arm comes around me, stopping me. “The dress isn't going to cut it. I can see your bra.”