Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Colette squirms, and my cock springs to attention. “How do you even know you got me pregnant just now?” she huffs, trying to hide her desire behind her annoyance.
My expression turns cocky. “Haven’t I known every time?” I grasp her around the torso and drag her up until her tits are hovering over my mouth. A bead of milk forms on one nipple, and I lick it up before sucking on the hard bud.
“Yes,” she concedes with a moan.
Her legs are straddling mine, and the head of my dick is right at her opening, the heat from her pussy causing it to leak. “For the sake of argument, let’s just make sure I’ve filled you up with so much cum, there’s no way I haven’t knocked you up.”
I bend my knees and widen my legs, then grasp her waist and pull her down just as I surge up and bury myself to the hilt. Her cervix is soft when my tip bumps against it, and it has my cock already spurting cum. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you, baby?” I grit as I try to hold back my orgasm. “Your womb is begging for my baby.” Her pussy contracts, and the tight hold it has on my cock is almost painful.
I gently push her up so she’s sitting, and we both groan as I sink a little deeper. “Ride me, Colette,” I command. She starts to move, and she looks so incredible with her head back, her midnight hair streaming down her back and her tits bouncing. I look down and watch my cock disappear into her sex, the sight making the caveman inside me roar with satisfaction.
She’s getting close and I know I’m not going to last much longer, so I pinch and pluck her nipples a few times, the tips overly sensitive from feeding our baby. She cries out, and her movements become more frantic. I slap each ass cheek once and she moans as she flushes with desire, her mouth dropping open and her eyes squeezing shut.
“I’m so close,” she mumbles. “Please, Tyson.”
“Please what, baby? You know I’ll give you anything, but you have to ask for it.” I clench her ass and help her slam down on my cock each time I buck up my pelvis.
“Please, make me come,” she begs. Her hands had been on my shoulders, steadying herself, but she leans back and they glide up her torso to cup her tits, before twisting her rosy nipples.
It’s so fucking hot, I can’t help losing the battle with my control. My balls tingle as my orgasm begins to spread through my body. “You want me to make you come so your womb opens up and takes my seed?” I grunt, barely able to talk. “Tell me you want another baby, Colette.”
“Oh, yes!” she shouts. “I want to come. Give me another baby, Ty.” Ecstasy crashes over me and I slip a hand between the front to her legs to press on her clit, setting her off with me. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I punch up my hips one more time and hold her down so there is not a sliver of space between us, making sure all my cum stays inside.
When the world starts to piece back together and my breathing becomes a little easier, I tug Colette down to give her a kiss filled with passion and love. She sighs and cuddles into me. “Definitely number four,” she whispers with a giggle.
I grin and nuzzle my nose in her silky hair before kissing the crown of her head. “Maybe even five,” I joke with a yawn.
Colette slaps my chest, making me laugh. “I love you, Tyson Grant,” she says sweetly.
“I love you too, Colette Grant,” I mumble before I fall asleep still buried inside her.
* * *
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Colette screams at the ultrasound technician, making her stumble back. A self-satisfied chuckle escapes my mouth, but I quickly wipe the smile from my face when my wife turns her lethal brown eyes to me.
“You,” she snarls. “You did this to me.” The cocky grin begins to reappear; I can’t help it. “You are never touching me again,” she threatens in a low, deadly tone.
“We’ll see,” I respond, taking my life in my hands. Still, she knows I’m right. My woman is horny as fuck when she’s pregnant. Possibly another reason I enjoy keeping her knocked up.
I gentle my expression and take her hand before lifting my chin in the direction of the small screen that’s displaying three tiny little bodies. “Are you really upset?” I ask gently.
Her whole body softens, and she smiles sweetly at the sight of our triplets. “No. I don’t know how I’m going to do it and run the company my dad just handed over to me, but I love them so much already.”