Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Turning to me, Old Russo asked, “What do you need her to do?”
“Lucky for you, we have a police officer who’ll take Mrs. Russo’s confession. We even brought a cruiser just for her.” I replied happily.
His eyes narrowed on me. “What happens if I don’t go along with this?” He asked after a second.
“I ruin your life.”
***
Trance
“Trance,” Viddy gasped. “Stop teasing me. Please.”
Ignoring her request, I skimmed my nose and lips down her neck, over her turgid nipple, across her stomach, and finally stopped at the apex of her thighs.
Her hands found my hair and she yanked, disrupting the feast I was about to dig into.
I allowed her to roll me over, and then straddle me.
She sheathed her hot pussy over my cock in the next instant, making my back bow in pleasure.
“Yes, fuck. Ride me, baby.” I demanded, bucking my hips up in time with her descent.
She gave me a satisfied smile as she rode my cock.
“You feel so good inside of me. You fill me up to overflowing. Like another little fraction of an inch would be too much.” She gasped.
She was good on my ego that was for sure.
“Oh baby, you say the sweetest things to me,” I grunted, thrusting upwards, nearly displacing her.
She squeaked, falling forward until her breasts were smashed tightly to my chest. Her nipples poking seductively into me.
She slowly ground her ass into my lap, pushing my cock further into her until I was bumping her cervix. Buried so deep we felt like one.
“You’re so beautiful,” I told her, cupping her face with my hand.
Her eyes closed as she listened to my words, and then opened again. “I hope you think the same in about seven more months when I’m as fat as a house.”
“Honey, your ass can grow as big as it wants. It’s your pussy I’m interested in.” I teased.
The implications of what she said didn’t register at first. It was only when she stopped her moving and looked at me with a small, shy smile on her face that I finally replayed what she’d said in my mind, realizing what she meant.
And when that happened, I froze. “Are you pregnant, baby?”
She giggled before she started to move again. “Apparently, not everything that happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
Moving lightening quick, I had her on her back with her feet over my shoulders, fucking her with all I had.
All the pent up energy left in my body, flowing out of me with each thrust of my hips. Each plunge of my cock into her tight, wet heat.
She gasped as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her body bowed, tits thrusting in the air, tempting me.
Still working her, I bent down and captured her nipple between my lips, sucking hard as her orgasm burst through her, making a hoarse shout of exultation burst free from her mouth.
It wasn’t long after her pussy started clamping down on my cock in rhythmic pulses that my own release started boiling up my spine, and shooting out of my cock in thick pulses.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, snapping my hips forward in jerky thrusts.
As I came down, I realized how uncomfortable it must be to have her knees up by her ears, so I pulled out, and dropped to my side next to her before pulling her into my chest.
“To answer your question, yes I’d still like you when you’re as big as a house. For some reason, knowing you’re carrying me around inside of you really turns me on.” I said against her hair.
Her body shook in laughter.
“I’ll remember you said that.”
***
“Holy shit,” Viddy screamed from the living room. “Paul’s dad is on the news!”
Dropping my dish rag in the sink, I walked into the living room to see Paul’s dad giving a statement about his decision to drop out of the senatorial race.
“...I’m deeply saddened by the choices my wife has made. Due to those actions, I do not think I’m fit to run for senator at this time. I appreciate your words of support in my trying time. As of nine this morning, I have filed for divorce.”
Morton Russo’s words were extremely heartfelt, and felt genuine. Even if they weren’t surprising.
I’d gotten a complete rundown on what had gone on at The Russo’s, as well as what would happen next.
What I hadn’t done was share any of that with Viddy. I’d hoped to tell her later this evening, only just hearing it all myself an hour before.
“Did you know about this?” She gasped.
I tilted my head to the side in acknowledgement. “That was what the phone call was about with Silas, about an hour ago.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Honestly? I was happy about the baby. I didn’t want to ruin it with that filth.” I said truthfully.
Her shoulders slumped. “Well, I guess that’s a good reason. But fuck,” she growled. “I was with that man for nearly a year. I had no clue he had a brain tumor. Nor did his mom act anything but nice to me. That’s so fucked up it’s not even funny.”
I gathered her into my arms. “Life’s fucked up, babe. You just take it how you can get it. Use the cards you’re dealt and move on.”
“So poetic, Officer Spurlock.” She teased, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I bent down and kissed her upturned mouth. “I’ll take that as a compliment, Mrs. Spurlock.”
“Love you to pieces.” She said, tightening her arms as she uttered the words I loved hearing.
The meaning behind the words meant a lot to her since her parents had said the same to each other throughout their marriage. Now she was carrying on the tradition with me, and that made me feel fuckin’ high as a kite.
“Squeeze you back together.” I promised.
Epilogue
If you’ve ever passed your husband while he was making a bust, and you don’t make eye contact.
-You might be a police wife.
Trance
4 years later
“Uhh, Unit 5-2, we’ve got a child on the line for you.” Dispatch said over the radio with a touch of amusement in her voice.