Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Today I had to bathe her in the shower, lotion her skin, and rub the cocoa butter into her round tummy. She has the cutest belly with her tiny ass. That shit sticks out like three feet in front of her. Whatever!
You’d think that I would take one look at her miserable ass and be like, ‘no thanks, I’ll wait’, but nope. As if the pregnancy alone isn’t a turn-on, her ass got wider, and her tits, her tits got bigger and just to fuck with me, the shits started producing milk.
The first time I sucked her nipple and pulled sweet nectar from her tit I was hooked. And that’s how I got into trouble today. I was rubbing shit into her sore nipple and my mouth started to water for that special taste.
I was only going to suck a little, I already had her socks on and her panties were next. But as I was suckling her nipple, she held my head in her hand, holding me against her tit, and I imagined my daughter feeding there and for some reason the vision of my wife nourishing our child sent electric shocks to my cock.
Next thing I know, she was on her back with a pillow beneath her to keep her comfortable and my head was between her thighs with that damn hand on the back of my head again.
She was making those cooing noises that I love and her pussy was tasting extra special as her juice mixed with the taste of her mother’s milk in my mouth.
I slid up her body, “I’m only gonna put the tip in, just the tip.” She laughed but I meant it. These days my cock gets harder than ever before and I’m deathly afraid of hurting her when we fuck, so I had no plans on fucking her.
But the tip felt so good, I fed her a little more, and then a little more. Then I leaned over and sucked her nipple into my mouth and that damn hand was there, behind my head again and the next thing I knew her legs were on my shoulders and I was deep stroking her cunt like there’s no tomorrow, apologizing all the way.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry, I’ll pull out soon I promise. Fuck!”
“No, don’t stop, it feels so good. Deeper Hunter, fuck me harder.” So you see in actuality it was her fault after all.
I ended up giving her what she wanted, fucking her hard as fuck while the kid did cartwheels or some fuck in her tummy under my hand where I was holding her.
Then Ms. Freak decided she wanted me to fuck her from behind so I put her on her hands and knees with a pillow under her. I didn’t know I was hitting her too deep because she kept begging for more, and I was so lost in my head I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing.
And that’s when I fucked around and busted her pipe, literally. She came and broke her water all over my cock at the same time; scared the cream right out my dick. I was cumming and freaking the fuck out altogether, not recommended.
Now here we are at bum fuck o’clock in the early morning and this kid is already showing her ass like the princess she’s going to be. I need this shit. She cringed and squeezed my hand bringing my attention back to her.
“The fuck are you all doing? Do something.” If one of these fucks mentions dilation and centimeters to me again I’ma lose my ever-loving shit. “Mr. Sheridan things are coming along just fine, there’s no need to panic…”
“Who’s panicking? I’m not panicking. I just want to know why this shit’s taking so long. We’ve been here what five hours with this shit already?” Don’t think I didn’t see these fucks hiding their laughter behind their hands.
“Keep laughing, some fuck happens to my wife or daughter you’ll all be laughing your asses to the grave.” Did I know that I sounded like a fucknut? Sure, but that’s another thing they don’t tell you. That no matter how prepared you think you are, there’s no preparing for this shit.
She tried to break the bones in my hand again and bellowed like a bull at the Rodeo about to bust out the gate. Suddenly everyone in the room had shit to do and things were moving once again.
I lost track of time as I concentrated on telling her how and when to breathe. Who the fuck came up with this shit? Like she hasn’t been breathing on her own her whole fucking life. Why don’t they teach us men how to do some fuck that’s actually going to help?
She cried, screamed and pushed, in that order for what felt like hours. There was a whole lot of talk at the other end and then suddenly the sweetest sound of my life. A baby’s cry.