Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
We are both naked, his big, strong body propped against the headboard as he’s lazily stroking his cock from root to tip. My tongue licks my lips as I watch a drop of pearlescent liquid weep from his length, wanting him in my mouth. I know he won’t give it to me, not until he’s ready.
“Forest.” My legs are on top of his, spread out in front of him as my finger caresses my clit, lightly, building myself up, while Forest’s eyes practically eat me up.
“Don’t you come yet, baby, not yet.” His words aren’t helping me. He’s always been vocal when we’re having sex, and today is no different. “Slide two fingers inside. I want to watch your cunt grip those fingers of yours, imagining it’s my cock.” I do as he says while leaving my thumb on my clit, hips rocking forward as I tease the entrance to my center, my body trying to control my mind. I’m not going to let that happen. I want to watch as Forest loses control, hopefully inside of me, but if not, watching his body shutter as he comes, thick white ropes of cum shooting out of his thick cock. I know it’ll be my tongue lapping up every drop, tasting his essence and loving every minute that it was me with my fingers tunneling in and out of my wet slickness that pushed him over the edge.
“Oh God.” My head tips back, eyes closing, my pussy clutching my fingers, feeling the soft depths, wishing that I at least had Forest’s fingers, the roughness that comes only with him.
“In and out, Bailey, nice and slow. Get your fingers wet for me, baby.” His voice is huskier, like when he’s on the edge, teetering when he’s inside my body, whether it’s my mouth, my pussy, or my hands. He has a hard time holding back, consumed with the need to get me off and take him along with me.
“I can’t, Forest. It feels too good.” My head tips forward, my eyes half-lidded as I watch him work his cock faster, pre-cum sliding out of the top, and I work faster, hearing the wetness dripping out of me, thighs quivering, attempting to slam shut to lock my fingers between them. Forest doesn’t allow that, though. He spreads his legs out, wider, making the sensation deepen.
“A few more minutes. You can do that for me, can’t you? Then I can paint your tits and pussy with my cum.”
“You’re not helping. Your mouth has the power alone to make me orgasm.” My other hand is cupping my breast, fingers working my nipple, pinching it like Forest does, only it’s not enough. It’s never enough when it’s my hands instead of his. He knows this. Forest Hughes, my husband, is a cock tease.
“You like my mouth. You like how I talk when you’re fingering that sweet-as-fuck pussy. You like how I use my mouth between your spread legs, or on your berry-tipped nipples, how I use it when I’m taking your mouth with mine, and you definitely like my mouth when I’m telling you I love you.”
“Jesus, Forest, please.” I’m not above begging. One of his hands holds my leg, squeezing it. He’s not going to be able to hold out much longer judging by the clenching of his jaw, the tip of his cock turning that beautiful shade of red when he’s close to coming, and when my body locks tight, head falling back, my long hair tickling my body, I’m toast. There’s no going slow, no holding back, because I’m coming so hard that the only things I can see behind my closed eyes are the bright lights sparking from the inside out.
“Son of a bitch. Fuck, yeah, come on your fingers, baby, let that pussy milk them,” Forest’s groans out. My body is doing what he demands. I’ve barely come down from my orgasm when my fingers are yanked out of my pussy, I’m flat on my back, and Forest’s cock slams inside me. I open my eyes drunkenly, bring my soaked fingers to my mouth, sucking them inside, tasting myself. He pounds in and out of me three more times, holding his dick so deep inside me we’re pelvis to pelvis when I feel the jets of his cum hit my depths. A ripple comes over my body, and it has Forest trembling as well.
“Hey, Forest,” I get his attention while he’s still blissed out.
“Yeah, baby.” His eyes open. He’s well and truly sated.
“I’m pregnant.” His body cradles mine, hands going beneath my back as his mouth meets mine. No words need to be said on how he feels. We’ve been trying for a few months now. My period didn’t come this month, so I took a test earlier this morning while he and the kids were out in the pool, holding this in until the perfect moment. It was totally worth it. Forest, Cammy, Piper, and now the newest addition are completely worth it.