Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, this is gonna be quick. Hopefully the boys are too busy eating to look for us.”
“Grizelda is with them.”
I move against the wall and help her to her knees. “Come on, sweetheart. Open that pretty mouth.” She does, and I slide it inside. She slips one hand around my shaft while the other molests her tits. I love how worked up she gets because that means her pussy’s gonna be juicy for me. I get to eat her for a quick snack before the boys will know.
“Fuck, Amelia. Suck that cock. Take it deep. I’m about to lift you up and put number four in your belly.”
She moans around the tip, and I know she’s getting off on the idea of another little baby to hold. “Good girl. Now climb off because I want to spray my load in your unprotected pussy.” She pops her lips off my cock and I lift her up, slamming her against the wall for leverage as I yank her panties to the side and dive into her womb. I thrust hard and fast, pressing my mouth to hers and slipping my tongue inside as I drill her core.
“Come on Daddy’s cock. I need it, baby. Fuck, I need your sweet juices so I can give you mine. You like when I talk dirty to my princess.”
“Yes, Daddy. Oh my. I’m coming.” I crush my lips to hers, muffling her scream. Her walls flex and grip so tightly around my cock that I nearly black out as I unload every drop into her, and just in time too. I lower her off my cock and adjust my swim trunks as fast feet are followed by larger feet.
“Daddy, where did Mommy go?” Theo asks, stepping out from the patio doors. Grizelda gives us a frown because she knows we were almost caught.
“I’m right here,” Amelia pants.
“Did you go running?”
“Yes. Just a quick sprint to work up an appetite. Daddy wanted to have a race, and I won.”
“Yay. Go, Mommy.”
“Hey. I don’t mind finishing second when it comes to Mommy. Now let’s get inside and eat.” We go wash up, laughing all the way there.
“We have to be more careful. We’re going to get caught one of these days.”
“I hope not, but I will behave.”
“Liar,” she scolds me before running back to the kids. She’s got me there. I never get enough of her, but then I don’t want to scar my children either. However, our bedroom is soundproofed for a reason.
Twenty years later…
Amelia
I’ve spent the last two decades with a man I can’t live without. Today is our anniversary and Roman’s supposed to take me somewhere special, but I have other plans for us. Our fifth and last child has decided to make an appearance much earlier than expected. I’m not due for another week. Yes, I’m having a baby in my late thirties, but this little princess was a surprise. A big surprise. I thought I was going into early menopause. I thought Roman was going to freak out, but my darling husband was elated. Luckily, I’m in excellent health.
“Mom, are you okay?”
“Yes. I need to get to the hospital, son. Can you drive me?”
Theo’s home from school. He’s in his junior year of high school and has only had his license for a year, but I need to get to the hospital so I don’t care.
“I’m taking ya.” He scoops me up in his strong arms like I weigh nothing and heads straight to his SUV, helping me into the back.
“Have you called Dad?”
“I’m about to.” I dial Roman’s number.
“Hey, Princess. I’ll be home soon.”
“No, I’m…ahh,” I cry out that last bit.
“Amelia, baby, talk to me? What the hell is going on?”
Theo snatches my phone. “Dad, Mom’s in labor. I’m taking her to the hospital now.”
“I’m on my way. Shit. Be careful with her.”
“Of course. Here, let me give you back to her.” He sets the phone on the center console, and I snatch it up.
“Baby, talk to me.”
“Sorry, Roman. That contraction came out of nowhere.”
“Breathe. I’m on my way now. I’m only thirty minutes from the hospital. Please hang on, and remember to breathe. I love you so much, Amelia.”
“I love you too. Drive safe, please.” I take a deep breath and hold out from screaming as another contraction hits me.
“I will.” I end the call because I don’t want Roman to hear me cry.
“It’s going to be okay, Mom. You can do it.”
“Thanks, Theo.” We get to the hospital and apparently, my husband was smart enough to call ahead because the nurse is waiting with a wheelchair. “Mrs. Edwards, are you ready?”
“Just about. They’re three minutes apart.”
“I’ll park, and then call the rest of the crew, Mom.”
“Okay. Thank you, Theo. I love you.”
I’m in the labor and delivery room when I hear shouting. “Where is she?”