Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
A couple walks by outside the window. They’re having a normal, everyday conversation about their dinner plans, completely oblivious to the fact that my husband has pushed me up against the window and stuffed my pussy full. Just the thought that we could be caught sends another gush of moisture between my legs. “You’ll want to scream when I make you come, but you are to be quiet.”
I press my lips together to silence my moan. He always says the filthiest things to me during these games, and it only sends me higher. Already, I’m tingling all over, the orgasm so close.
He grinds the heel of his palm against my clit and lets out a string of swear words under his breath. “Your pussy feels amazing. You always squeeze your man so good.”
I tighten my muscles around him, and he makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. The noise is enough to push me over the edge and the deep, pulsing pleasure explodes between my legs.
He puts a hand over my mouth before I can call out, and it’s a good thing too because I’d already forgotten his earlier instructions to be quiet.
I buck against him, sinking my teeth into his fingers. Just enough to nip and it drives him crazy. Suddenly, he’s thrusting harder and faster, his hot seed shooting deep into my pussy. I love the feeling of being drenched in his essence, of knowing that I made him lose control.
For a long moment, there’s only the loud sound of our harsh gasps in the watch shop as we both float down to earth again. He’s still holding me prisoner against the window, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
He presses a soft kiss to my neck, nibbling along the skin. It doesn’t matter how often we have sex, Nash is always so affectionate. “Are you good?”
I hum, my whole body alive and buzzing with pleasure. “Definitely. Did I hurt you?”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through my back. “Just a love bite.”
“I liked this one. It felt so naughty,” I tell him as he pulls me away from the window. He cleans me up with the heated wipes. He started keeping them nearby after I set up my art studio in the back room. It seems that working near each other all day long only made us hornier, and we often stop for a lunch break that includes a quickie.
As soon as I’m clean, he dresses me in my comfy yoga pants again. He always takes care of me first. It doesn’t matter if it’s giving me the first orgasm during sex or making sure I have my breakfast before he has his, Nash sacrifices everything for me.
I reach for the wipes. I tease him with them, slowly wiping his shaft.
He growls in warning. I know I’m about to find myself on my knees for my husband with his cock down my throat as he demands I swallow.
Except the baby monitor finally crackles to life with the cries of little Ellie echoing from the next room. The back room isn’t just my art studio. It’s also part nursery for our little three-month-old girl.
Shortly after we got married, I discovered I was pregnant. I’d read that it could take up to a year of trying to conceive so I hadn’t been expecting that. But I should have. After all, I often joke with Nash that he willed our daughter into existence.
I hand him the wipe with a wave of disappointment that we won’t get to keep playing. I love our little girl, and I wouldn’t trade her for the world. Besides, the interruptions only make our moments together more special. Every encounter feels stolen and that much sexier.
“I got her. I’m already dressed,” I tell him.
I wash my hands then go to our precious baby girl. She’s crying in her bassinet, but she stops the moment she sees my face. I think she’s starting to recognize us. I could even swear she almost smiled at me yesterday.
“Mama is here,” I reassure her before I change her diaper and settle her with a bottle in my arms.
I tried breast feeding for a few weeks, but she wasn’t getting enough to eat. I felt like the world’s biggest failure as a mom. But Nash gently reassured me that it wasn’t my fault and that sometimes our bodies just don’t work the way we’d hoped. He’s so supportive of me. He always has my back and never misses a chance to build me up and encourage me.
Flopping down into the rocking chair, I hum a nursery song as she drinks her formula. I stare down into the little eyes and hope she grows up to have a life as beautiful as mine.
By the time she’s done, Nash has dressed and locked up the shop. He’s put Frankie and Beans in the harness that attaches to his chest. They adore having Ellie as their sister, and they’re always watching out for her.