Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
"Wow! That was incredible.” Pressing my head onto her shoulder, I try to catch my breath. Once I’m cool and my heart’s not jumping out of my chest, I ask, “Now, sweetheart, do you want to tell me what the hell spurred that on?" She shakes her head like that's going to work. My cock still throbs in her pussy, and she clenches again.
“Tell me.” I tilt my head and wrap my hand around the back of her neck, tipping her face to look up at mine. “Tell me why so I can do it again.”
“You didn’t do anything. That woman was here.”
“What woman?” I have no idea what she’s talking about at all. We had a meeting with a web client and three of their staffers, but I didn’t speak to any of the staffers. Only one was a woman, and frankly, I can’t picture her at all.
“The one who came in the group today.”
“Sweetheart. It’s very sexy that you’re jealous, but I’d never make you feel that way. I know that I’m ready to knock out every guy, but there’s no reason for it. You’re not leaving, and if you tried, I’d have to tie your beautiful ass to my bed. Aviana, I love you.” I take a long, smooth stroke, grabbing her ass with intent. “You’re the only woman who even gets my notice. I can’t even remember who she is, but that doesn’t matter. Let me remind you who owns me.” I thrust into her hard, slamming deep inside. We both groan. “More?”
“Yes, more. I love you so much, Cole.”
“You’re my only queen. Take my dick and remember that if you feel any need to be reassured, I’m right here.” I fuck her until she’s crying my name into my shoulder and I bury another load of cum into her depths.
I pull out of her and help her clean up. “How are you feeling, baby?” I ask, pressing my hand to her flat belly.
“Good. And the baby feels good as well.”
“I’m so happy you’re having my baby.”
“Me too. Now, hurry up and finish. Mommy’s hungry.” She rubs her belly and then struts right out of my office. I shake my head then sit back down, looking at the mess we made. Luckily I already put my laptop in my case. Time for date night with my lovely wife.
Epilogue
Cole
Almost two years later…
The wind blows her dress around, and I fight myself to hold it down, but it’s more than most have on as we stroll along the beach outside Maurice’s Tiki Bar. It’s been remodeled by the new owners, but they decided to keep the name. I reach out and take her hand, stopping her in her tracks. “Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Bennett.”
“Same to you, my sexy husband.” I thrust my hands into her long, flowing hair and pull her mouth to mine. We kiss as the sun beams down on us.
“We need to get going the boys are going to be waking up from their nap soon,” I whisper.
“They’re with their uncle who they love. He can deal with it. Besides, this dress is driving me nuts at this very moment. I want to bend you over the nearest bench and fuck your sweet, juicy pussy.”
“How about the car?”
“I’ve got a better idea, sweetheart.” I lead the way to a waiting limo.
“What a way to celebrate!”
“My thoughts exactly. Let me help you in, Mrs. Bennett.” We relive passions in the limo, thrusting, sweating as I fuck my wife for over an hour around the streets of Oahu.
Aviana
Five more years…
I lean on the banister, crumbling to the step, and sitting as another contraction hits me. Shit. I rub my belly for the hundredth time, wishing Cole was here. Then again, maybe I should have called him before I stepped outside and left my phone on the kitchen table. The baby is coming, and I’m rocking on our front porch. It hurts more than I remember. Maybe it’s because I’m older or it’s because we’re having a little girl, but I’m two weeks early, and the contractions feel strong as hell.
The bus pulls up to the house, and I try to stand, but my body revolts against me. The boys come running to me with smiles on their faces. Clenching my teeth, I do my best not to scare the boys because it could be a false alarm, but my boys are just as perceptive as their father. “Mommy, are you okay?”
“Yes, mommy’s fine. Can you get me my phone?” I collapsed on the steps with my phone still in the house like a goof. I guess my darling husband was right. He’s been pestering me for weeks to make sure my phone is nearby.
“Yes, mommy.” It’s ringing as Aiden brings it out. “It’s daddy.”
“Hello,” I grunt.
“I’m on my way, baby. Are you okay?” His voice is frantic but soothing all at once. Hearing him makes me forget about how much pain I’m in.