Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“You’ll tell me if it gets to be too much, right?” I growl.
She merely closes her eyes and nudges me.
“Now!” is her demand. “Now, now!”
How can I say no to a pregnant woman? Within moments, I’m balls deep in her behind, enjoying the tight squeeze.
“Oooh,” she squeals. “Yes!”
It doesn’t take much because Ava feels so good. There’s something about being huge and heavily pregnant that turns me on, and within a few minutes, I’m spurting like a madman into her bottom.
“Fuck,” is my grunt. “Oh shit!”
Meanwhile, my girl dissolves as well, a mellifluous melody of throaty moans hitting my ears. Oh yeah, she’s having a good time as she milks me hard, absorbing everything I have to give.
After it’s over, Ava turns around again, her hands resting lightly on her belly.
“I think you like it even more when I’m pregnant,” she teases.
I nod, my grin huge.
“I do, sweetheart. And after you give birth, I want to fill you up with another baby, and then another one, and then another one, et cetera. What do you think?”
Her cheeks go pink as her mouth opens wide, but then Ava smiles gently at me too.
“I would love that, Carver. But where would we live? Your penthouse in New York only has four bedrooms, and it sounds like you’d like to have five or six children.”
I grin.
“Not five or six, honey. At least a dozen because I can’t wait to have you pregnant and barefoot, waddling around for the next, oh twenty years or so. But sweetheart, it doesn’t matter where we’re located geographically. Wherever you get into school, is where we’ll go. We can buy a house or rent during your Ph.D. program, and I’ll watch the kids as you study. We have so much money, I can afford to be Mr. Mom for a while,” I say seriously.
She smiles at me, clasping my hand once more.
“You’re so good to me, Carver,” she breathes. “What did I do to deserve you?”
I lean down to press my lips against hers in a passionate kiss.
“You deserve me because you’re amazing, precious, daring, intelligent, and a sweet girl all rolled up into one without even trying,” I breathe against her lips. “You’re everything to me, Ava, and I want to tell you just how much. Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Carver Temple? I don’t have a ring right now, but we’ll get one as soon as we’re back in the States. A beautiful gold band, sweetheart, with a diamond as big as the moon. What do you think?”
Tears spring to her eyes then as she returns my kiss, nestling into my embrace.
“Yes, Carver, I’d love to become your wife, and you know the ring doesn’t matter at all because what matters is us, and that we’re together. Maybe we were introduced at Billionaires Island, but all that is in the past now. You and me? We were meant to be, no matter the circumstances.”
I can’t agree more and lean down to kiss the precious curvy girl once more because what she says is true. Maybe we met at Billionaires Island, in a secluded paradise meant to cater to wealthy men. Maybe Ava was supposed to be a party hostess but ended up in my suite night after night. Maybe we participated in a dirty contest with eye-opening results. But none of it matters because everything ended up where it should, and with this curvy girl as my wife, the future looks bright indeed.
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The End