Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
I laugh at her seriousness.
“I am deadly serious,” she insists.
Placing a finger under her chin, I lift it and kiss her on the lips. I’ll never get sick of it, of her, or how she tastes.
She was amazing when she gave birth. I didn’t think I could love anyone as much as I love her, but how wrong I was. I love both my girls so much more.
What a powerful woman she is.
“And I don’t want any more kids. That would be madness,” she informs me, looking into my eyes. I see her smirk at the use of our safe word. “But I am always happy to keep on trying for kids.”
“I like the sound of that.” I kiss her again just as the phone rings, and Kenzo’s face appears on the screen.
“She peed on me. You better be on your way, or I’m leaving her.” He hangs up, and we both laugh. He said the exact same thing last time, and we got home to find them both asleep on the floor next to each other.
“You don’t think he would actually leave her, do you?” Kalilah asks. “I mean, it’s not like we ask him a lot to help, and last time he said the same thing.”
“It’s empty threats. He hates that he’s already wrapped around her finger and can’t explain why.” She nods because she knows it’s true. Lyla cries, and Kenzo reaches for her without even asking.
“Do you think he will have kids?” she asks.
“Nope, not a chance in hell.” I laugh.
“They may have said the same about you, and look at you now,” she points out, and I brush it off.
“Kenzo doesn’t date. Never has. I don’t even think he’s fucked the same woman more than once. Maybe a girl from the red room, but even then, he goes to cut, not to fuck.”
I reach for Kalilah, sliding my hand between her legs. “Want a quickie before we get back? I bet I can make you come in two minutes.” She bites her lip and undoes her seat belt.
I pull the car over, and she climbs over onto my lap.
“Make it one minute, and we have a deal.” She chuckles as she frees my cock.
“Deal,” I say, and I do exactly that, making her scream.
And she thanks God.
When really, she should be thanking my cock.
He’s a masterpiece.