Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
Our bodies are slick with sweat, and our hearts are beating furiously in unison. In this moment, there is nothing else but us and the intense pleasure that courses through our veins. Every thrust brings us closer to the brink of ecstasy until her perfect little pussy tightens around me, and we both shatter into a million pieces. She screams my name as she does.
The sheets we splurged on at the Pottery Barn are rumpled and tangled up beneath us, evidence of our intense lovemaking.
As I lay here, completely drained yet still craving more of her, I am struck by the overwhelming realization that she is my perfect match in every way. I knew she was meant to be mine from the moment I met her, and now that she is, nothing will ever change that.
I know how lucky I am. I can’t help taking her again when she reaches for me again; I help her climb on top of me. I never thought I’d be the kind of man that found pregnancy so fucking hot that I can barely keep my hands to myself, but I do. I really fucking do.
Fuck. Having her on my cock with her stomach protruding, hard between us, has me hard twenty-four-seven. Lately, her body has been filling out, curves coming in, and her boobs swollen. Let’s forget about her hardening tits for a second and focus on this ass that I am currently gripping while moving her up and down my meat. Jesus. I was never an ass man until now.
“Oh, shit, babe. Just like that,” she whines, throwing her head back, hands on my shoulders while she rides me. She wakes up horny and wet. Hell, most of the time, I can’t even get all the way awake before she climbs on top of me, begging me to fuck her.
“Damn baby. This pussy is so wet.” My mouth is watering while her tits bounce up and down. More often than not, my mind has been veering toward salivating for the day I wake up, and they are leaking. Don’t ask me, but there is something so fucking base about this right now. I never in a million years thought having a pregnant wife would be so fucking erotic.
“Eli, please. I need you to help me finish,” she begs, pulling at her nipples. SMACK.
“You fucking wait until I am done.” Her pussy squeezes the fuck out of my cock when I pop her ass. She has become even more of a freak. “Damn, baby. You look so fucking delicious. So ripe and blooming,” I tell her, licking up her neck. “So bred baby. You look so fucking bred and knocked up; you know that?” I have no idea why the hell all of that is so fucking appealing but fucking hell.
“Why is that so hot?” she asks, whining because she needs to come, but I won’t let her.
“I don’t know love, but it’s the truth.” Without thinking, my hand moves to her stomach, and something in me shifts. This alpha, like primal instinct, covers me, forcing my head to whip back. This is the most caveman I have ever felt, and the riper she gets, the stronger this feeling gets.
Friday, we had a doctor's appointment. We knew it would be an ultrasound, but neither of us anticipated anything else. “So, everything looks great. You're measuring right on target with the scale. How have your eating habits been? Are you getting in fruits and veggies? Are you monitoring your sugar intake to avoid diabetes while pregnant?”
“Yes. I have been very careful, and my diet is balanced. I may have an extra helping of cheese, but that’s about it.” I chuckle when she says that because an extra is an understatement. Her cravings consist of cheese, cheese, and more cheese.
“That’s perfectly fine. Getting in your exercise?” I can’t help myself.
“Well, what do you consider exercise?” I cheekily ask the doctor. Mortified, October hits my chest and frowns at me, but the doctor laughs.
“Trust me. I have seen and heard everything.” I continue smiling loving the look of horror on my wife’s face. “So what do you say, guys? Do you want to know the sex?” And like that, the wind changes, and we are both like a deer in headlights. Unsure what to say, I look at October, and she looks at me. I think this should be her choice. Squeezing her hand she looks so scared before turning to the doctor.
“Yeah. We have had enough surprises.” damn right about that. The doctor moves the device around her stomach, pointing things out, and then she stops.
“Ah. Here we go. See here?” she asks as she points to this little space like we are supposed to know what we are looking at. “Congratulations. You are having a baby girl.” Holy shit!! A girl? I have a daughter. Realizing my wife has said nothing, I look down and see tears coming out of her eyes. “I will step out,” the doctor says.