Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Her whole body shudders, and I feel her pussy clench around my fingers. “Oh God, yes,” she groans. “Now, Tank.”
Yeah, fucking firecracker. I don’t need to be told twice.
Stepping in close behind her, I guide myself to her entrance, and with one swift thrust, I bury my cock inside, feeling her stretch around me.
Sophie lets out a low moan and my fingers tighten on her hips as she presses back against me, taking it all. Fucking perfection.
I start to move, giving her exactly what she needs while being careful not to be too rough with her. My hand winds around to her clit and begins rubbing tight little circles. She screams out as I fuck her, each of us in a world of pure ecstasy.
“I’m going to come,” she warns.
“You’re going to do more than come,” I tell her. “You’ll wait until you explode.”
“Fuck,” she cries. I can just imagine her clenching her eyes, concentrating on holding out. “I can’t, Tank,” she pants, letting out a low, throaty groan. I feel her come as she clenches down around me, her walls convulsing as I continue to fuck her raw. Her hands ball into fists against the wall as I watch her come undone. Reveling in her high, I come with her, shooting hot bursts of cum deep inside her sweet cunt.
After catching her breath, Sophie straightens so her back is pressed firmly against my chest. My hands wind around her body, one latching onto her full tit while the other circles our son. “I love you so fucking much,” I murmur against her neck, my lips moving against her sensitive skin and prompting her to tilt her head away, silently asking for more.
“Mmm,” she groans, her hand lifting to mine over her tit, those perfectly manicured fingers slipping between mine. “I love you, too.”
“You want to explain what that surprise was about?” I ask. Sophie’s body goes rigid in my arms, and I let out a sigh before turning her around and lifting her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I walk us into the bathroom to help clean her up.
“I had a really good day,” she tells me before cringing. “But, it’s my kind of good day, not yours.”
My face falls and my stare locks on her, realizing that the surprise at the door wasn’t a surprise at all. It was her guilty conscience working overtime, but I’m not complaining. She can greet me at the door like that any time she pleases. “You have three fucking seconds to tell me what you did.”
Not two minutes later, I’m gaping at my wife in horror. “You’re telling me you started a fire in order to set off the fire alarm, broke into a possible murderer’s office, impersonated someone, and stole legal documentation?” I question.
A wide grin stretches across her face, her fingers remaining on my body, knowing how her touch has a way of keeping me calm. “Yep,” she says proudly.
“Should you really be doing all this?” I ask, bringing up the old argument. “You could have hurt yourself. You really need to slow down. You’re five months pregnant, for God’s sake. What if you had been caught in there?”
“Then instead of getting a sexy surprise at the door, you would have gotten a different kind of surprise,” she says with a guilty smirk. “But getting back on track, I’m kind of hoping there’s something in the documents I found. So, you’ll be happy to know that I’ll be at the office for the rest of the week. I might even work from my home office. We’ll see how I feel.”
“Good,” I smile in relief. The last thing we need is for her to exhaust herself. I know she likes to think she’s Superwoman, and yes, most of the time she is. But right now, she has a growing baby to look out for.
“I finally got to use my lighter again” she grins, changing the topic.
“What?” I grunt, raising a brow as she hops off the bathroom counter. “I thought that was only to be used for shots?”
She smirks up at me with laughter in her eyes. “It was important. I had to use it.”
“Yeah,” I scoff. “It was important when I needed to use it too.”
“Babe,” she says, trying to keep a straight face. “I was not going to let you use my lighter so you and Miller could set your farts on fire.”
“It was important,” I repeat.
Soph rolls her eyes, and we make our way out of the bathroom where I find my shirt discarded in the middle of the hallway. Bending to pick it up, I hear Sophie clear her throat behind me. I turn on her, letting out a heavy sigh, knowing what’s coming next. “Yes?” I ask slowly.
“You lost a bet, big guy,” she reminds me, looking all too proud of herself. “You should be stripping off, not putting more clothes on.”