Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
I started to remove my clothes slowly not making a sound because I didn’t want to wake her. I eased back the covers and climbed in next to her, easing her onto her back and opening her thighs.
She’d showered after I left. I could smell the soap beneath the natural scent of her pussy. A scent that was now imprinted on my brain. I opened her legs wider with my shoulders and lifted her ass in my hands, bringing her cunt up to my mouth.
I found her slit with my tongue and took my time tasting her. She sleeps like a fallen log so I knew it would be at least a few minutes before she came awake, if I took my time.
I settled down to enjoy her taste without any distraction from her. Her pussy juice was soon running down my chin and coating my tongue. I licked deep into her until I had my fill then slid up her body.
She came awake when I pushed my cock in her. “I love you!” I said the words into her eyes and watched them clear as I slid my cock deep. “Shh, come ‘ere.” I pulled her face into my chest when her eyes filled up with tears.
It was our first tear fuck. She cried through her first orgasm while planting kisses all over my face ending on my lips. She made me say the shit like ten times before she had enough, each time giving them back to me with a look of wonder in her eyes.
By the time I was cumming inside her and she was on her fourth or fifth, she’d lost any lingering doubt from her eyes. If I wasn’t sure, I knew when she pushed me to my back and cleaned my cock of cunt juice without having to be told.
Epilogue
“That kid is a menace.”
“Don’t talk about my grandkid like that boy.” He could get the fuck out. Him and his crazy ass daughter-in-law and the ringer she brought in here to fuck with me.
I dropped the pen I’d been using on the desk and sat back in my chair to contemplate the last three years of my life. They started out well enough.
Lara came up pregnant not long after her first week as my captive, we had the wedding of her dreams and it seems that in no time at all I was threatening the OB/GYN staff at Mercy General when my kid took too long to come out of her mother, and my wife was screaming in pain for twelve hours straight.
That second to last thing is the problem. All the time I was breeding her ass I thought for sure I was getting a boy. It never once crossed my fucking mind that fate could fuck me this way.
The asshole doctor swore up and down that the shit we saw on the ultrasound was a dick; I had a boy coming. She also swore that the pregnancy was fine, that there were no hiccups.
I took her word for it because she’s the one with all the plaques on the wall. People pay her to do this shit she must know some fuck right. The fuck I know about this shit?
Beyond the fucking, which I think is the most important part I don’t know shit about pregnancy. So when the quack said my wife and ‘kid’ were fine, I believed her shit.
So how the fuck did my wife end up birthing an extra kid that nobody knew shit about and had not planned for? Their technology shit didn’t pick up on a whole other human in there?
It’s not like the shit was in another state her belly isn’t that big. Her tiny ass always looked like she was about to topple over when she was walking around with that shit sticking out in front of her.
So I threatened to sue the shit outta the doc the hospital and the whole fucking medical community if there was anything wrong with my kid. But now I think I owe those people an apology.
This little shit! She’s her mother and me rolled into one. My son on the other hand, is all me. I can deal with that shit. He already has attitude and he’s only two. Fine, daddy can deal with his domineering ass because daddy’s the expert.
But his sister, Lara Jr. as I like to call her, no fucking way. She has her mother’s wiles and my temper and smarts. Who the fuck is gonna deal with that shit?
If that’s not enough, her grandpa is a bigger sap for her than he was for her mother. I ain’t getting no fucking peace in this bitch.
He and his wife are at my door every morning at seven. That’s the time I usually leave to head into the city. That’s before the kids took my shit over. Now I do shit on their time.