Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Oh, God,” she moans, her head falling back and her eyes rolling toward the ceiling. “That damn piercing is going to be the death of me.”
I chuckle, loving that it brings her pleasure. After Tori and before Sadie, I never gave a shit about a woman’s pleasure. I only got it for the pain it brought me. But seeing the way she loves it makes me glad I got it.
“Sadie,” I groan. “I need you to touch yourself, baby.” I hate that she’ll have to help get herself off, but there’s no way I’ll be able to do it for her in this position.
“I’m already there,” she breathes, bouncing herself up and down on my dick like it was made specifically for her pleasure. A moment later, she explodes around me, her pussy choking my dick like a vise, siphoning every drop of cum from me.
As I stay where I am, keeping her pinned against the door, her juices drip down and coat my balls. Walking us over to the table, I pull out and set her down, spreading her legs so I can see her glistening pussy dripping with my cum. She stays quiet, but I can feel her eyes on me as I push my fingers into her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice coming out breathy.
“I want to have another baby,” I admit, making her body tighten around my fingers. “I want my cum to fill this tight pussy over and over again until we make a baby.” I press my thumb against her clit as I finger her, the only sound coming from her slick pussy.
If I was worried my admission would turn her off, I would be dead wrong because Sadie's moans get louder with every word I speak. “I want you swollen with my baby. And I want every man who sees you to know that I was inside you and we created that together.
“Do you want that, baby? Do you want me to fuck a baby into you?”
My question sends her over the edge, and she comes, yelling, “Yes,” as I finger-fuck her right through her orgasm.
When she opens her eyes, she looks a mixture of sated and exhausted, and I chuckle at how fucking adorable she is.
“Did you mean that?” she asks, nibbling on the corner of her lip.
“That I want you pregnant? Yeah, one hundred percent.” I pull my fingers out of her and stick them into my mouth, sucking her juices off them. When she sees what I’ve done, her eyes hood over, her tongue darting out across the seam of her lips.
I push my fingers back into her, then withdraw them, lifting them to her lips to paint her pouty mouth with our essence. “Any time you want to stop taking your birth control, I’m good with that.”
“Are you sure?” she breathes.
I lean in and press my mouth to hers, kissing her tenderly, and she kisses me back. “I want everything with you,” I murmur against her lips. “Anything you’ll give me, I’ll take and cherish.”
“You have me,” she says, framing my face. “All of me.”
“Why is it whenever I’m on a deadline, Rory decides she’s too good for naptime?” Sadie groans, dropping her head onto the desk and dramatically banging it on the wood, making Rory giggle.
“Mama bang bang.” Rory toddles over to the desk and smacks her hand on the desk, mimicking her movement. “Rory bang bang.”
I snort out a laugh and lift Rory into my arms. “I don’t have anything else to do today. Why don’t I get Rory out of your hair so you can work, and we’ll bring home dinner?”
Sadie’s head pops up. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
I chuckle. “Every day.” I lean over and kiss her, and Rory does the same, copying me. “What do you say, princess? Want to go play at the park?”
“Yay!” Rory shrieks, smacking the sides of my face with her tiny hands. “Pa Pa!”
After changing her diaper and getting her dressed, I grab the stroller and buckle her in, shoving the diaper bag in the undercarriage.
“Say bye to Mommy,” I tell Rory, who waves to Sadie.
“Bye, baby. Love you.” Sadie glances at me. “Both of you.”
“Love you.”
The walk to the park doesn’t take long, and once we arrive, Rory takes off like a bat out of hell, ready to make the jungle gym her bitch. She stops at the swings first, and I spend the next twenty minutes pushing her while playing duck and tickle. She giggles the entire time, thinking it’s hilarious every time I duck and then pop up and tickle her.
When she grows tired of the swing, she runs to the jungle gym, climbing up the four levels that lead to the slide. I follow to make sure she’s safe, and then run to the other end so I can catch her when she slides down, lifting her into my arms and blowing raspberries on her belly when she hits the bottom.