Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Woohoo. Bragging rights!” I swat her ass and make sure she has bragging rights for the rest of the night, although I’m sure she’ll come back tomorrow saying she’s been bumped off the leaderboard and needs a repeat. Which I never mind staying on top or bottom…
Two Years Later
Mia
“Are you ready, angel?” I spin around and face my husband with my brow cocked and makeup on point. We have a date tonight, and I love when he stares at me with hungry eyes.
“Angel? You were calling me the devil this morning.” I fight a smile, knowing I’m a devil when it comes to my husband.
He slides his hands around my waist, dragging me into his arms so I can feel his length. “That’s when you tried to close your legs on me after teasing me all night, rubbing your round ass on my cock.”
“That’s not my fault. You’re so warm, and I was cold last night,” I lie, and he knows it.
“You wanted your pussy fed last night, and you should have said something.”
“You already gave me some an hour earlier?” I’m always so horny, and more so when I’m pregnant. Baby number two has only started to show, but the emotions coursing through me are in full swing.
“Your parents are waiting for us to drop off the baby, so get your pretty butt ready to go. I want to get you fed and in the hotel to spread you out wide and celebrate New Year’s Day between my wife’s legs.”
“Fuck, I’m so tempted to stay inside.”
“Same here, baby, but you deserve a night out. We both are busy building the cybersecurity firm and raising our baby boy, so I don’t get time to properly show you off as mine to the world.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
We bundle up Callahan in his cute sweater and tuck him into his car seat under the blankets before driving to her parents’. Since we’re going out in Rochester, her parents decided to offer up sitting for us or my parents would have gladly taken our little guy for the night.
“You’re everything to me, Mia.”
“I live for you, Mark.”
We skip dinner altogether and ring in the new year with an earth-shattering orgasm. Life can’t get any better, but I’m sure as hell open to welcoming more happiness. I’m so grateful for one hell of a Christmas snowfall and an insanely hot sheriff.
THE END