Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
She stroked until cock snot wet her palm and then pulled her tit out of my mouth to slide down the bed. She took my cock in her mouth and hummed around my shit.
She scarfed down my dick like it was the encore to the ice cream, running her tongue over my cock piercings as she held my eyes; just the way I like.
I reached over and shoved two fingers inside her and her pussy clamped down and pulsed. I fucked her with them until she came nice and soft.
I grabbed her hair and fucked into her neck until my cock started to jump and my balls tightened up. I pulled out of her throat onto her tongue and spilled in her mouth.
She was still hungry when I pulled out of her mouth. I know I can’t dick her down because my kids were running wild in my house, so I slid down between her thighs and threw her legs over my shoulders.
I buried my face in her pussy, keeping my ears pricked for any sound. I soon forgot everything but the taste of her, the feel of her. No matter how many times I do this, it’s always like the first.
I held her ass in my hands and brought her to my mouth like an offering until she tightened up around my tongue. I felt the tremble start in her legs and make its way up her thighs.
Her ass clenched in my hands and her pussy gushed into my mouth. “Fuck Kat, cover your mouth.” I had to pull my tongue out of her to shush her freaky ass.
She bit into the back of her hand and when that wasn’t enough because I went back to eating her out, she grabbed a pillow and tried to stifle herself. Nasty freak, she’d rather smother herself than give up an orgasm.
I had to bring her down slowly, gently, because my
daughters were getting active. I let her legs down and rested my cheek on her inner thigh as I fought for breath.
I hope that fuck who said eating pussy gives you cancer of the throat was lying because sure as fuck if that shit is true I’m fucked. Eating Kat’s snatch is right up there with nirvana for me.
She had a smile on her face and I knew from the goofy look on her face that her ass wasn’t going to be any use for anything for the rest of the damn day.
I slid back up the bed and pulled her head onto my chest, holding her until she fell asleep. Once I was sure she was out, I kissed the top of her head and slipped out from under her.
It had been too long since I heard the rugrats, plus it was almost time for Cody to wake up from his nap. I peeked in on him and he was still asleep with his butt in the air and a thumb in his mouth.
I went down and put a potato on to boil for him. That’s his favorite lunch for some reason, plain mashed potato with a side of nasty ass mashed up peas.
I called the others once lunch was ready and made sure they ate before sending them into the backyard so they wouldn’t disturb their mother.
The rest of the day was uneventful and before I knew it, it was dinner time. Kat sat at the island doling out orders as I took care of that too with the help of my eldest daughter.
Kat had got her second wind and the color in her face was much better. I reminded myself to hang around more in the coming weeks. She’s too damn stubborn to tell me she’s tiring and needs help so it’s up to me to watch out for her and keep track of that shit.
The twins had clean up duty and Mengele helped clear and clean the table so she wouldn’t have a fit that she was being left out, while Caleb took the garbage out back to the bin.
They all scattered and I took the baby upstairs for his bath. He slept through it while his mother sat at the edge of the tub watching us.
“Colton.”
“What is it baby?”
“I’m out of peanut butter.” I tried to remember if
that was code for some shit but then realized from the way she was looking at me that it wasn’t.
That’s part of her new meal of disgust. She has a different one with each pregnancy. This time it’s pickles dipped in peanut butter or pizza with sauerkraut.
I tried not to gag as I thought of that shit and just nodded my head. If I make the mistake and ask her why she didn’t tell me that shit when I went out for her this morning, she’d probably burst into tears, so I went the other route.