Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
“I don’t know, I…” I got to my knees, and with her leg over the crook of my arm, slid home. She sighed happily and forgot what she was saying. Can one man really be this lucky? How had a pair of unnaturally colored eyes led me to this most perfect union? I sometimes don’t think I deserve her, but the thought of her not being here with me, of having never known this with her, breaks me out in a cold sweat. It’s like we were made for each other, two halves to one whole. And that’s not just the fuck hot sex talking.
Her hand came back to rest on my hip while mine rested on the mountain of her tummy as I stroked nice and slow, going in deep. This wasn’t the first time she’d tried stealing dick while I was out cold, so I knew the drill. Her emotions and her libido goes hand in hand. Once she feels threatened by someone of her own sex, it takes a whole lotta fucking to set her straight. I don’t mind a bit, only that I don’t like her feeling that she’s in danger of losing me. Add to that, the fact that pregnancy has turned her into a blazing nympho who’d sit on my dick twenty-four seven if I let her.
Her pussy was nice and tight again after being stretched all afternoon. I guess the nap rejuvenated things down below. When she’s tight like this, my dick feels like it’s forcing her walls open. I could actually picture that shit in my head. My fat swollen cock, slicing through the soft pink flesh of her pussy in search of that sweet spot deep inside her that give us both such great pleasure.
I gritted my teeth and held off when I felt the sap rising in my nuts. That’s another thing, her hot pregnant cunt makes me shoot too soon way too often. I never knew pregnant pussy could be this good. There’s a whole new feel and texture to it now with the baby in her, something the doc had never explained. I’m not complaining; the shit’s amazing. The only thing is controlling myself when I’m in her.
My hand looked massive as it rested atop her stretched tummy and I could feel the baby rolling around in there; nosy like her grandmother. Nessa’s face was in repose, jaw slack, mouth wide open as she tried to breathe. “You doing okay buttercup?” She nodded and turned her head to look at me.
“Uh-huh keep going.” Right!
4
I’m in the kitchen taking care of her other hunger. Now that she’d fucked herself out, it was time to feed her. After taking her again we’d gotten cleaned up in the shower. This time I was able to keep it down to a couple feels while I washed her and nothing more, before wrapping her in my robe and pulling her along with me.
She sat at the kitchen island sipping her juice and yammering away at me while I put something together for dinner. I was amazed that she wasn’t spazzing out over missing lunch. Usually she gets fretful and out of sorts if she doesn’t eat, but I guess being so full of dick she forgot to be hungry.
“Did you buy it?” I added pasta to the boiling water and listened as she told me about the latest thing she’d seen for the little one. She took a sip of juice and lowered her glass before giving me an answer. “No, it was too much.” I stopped with my hand over the pot, the last handful of pasta ready to go in. “What do you mean? What did I tell you about that?” I glowered at her and she shrunk back in her seat.
“I know, but, it seems so wasteful to pay that much money for a stroller. Though Cami says it’s the best on the market.” Cami was her friend who was the complete opposite of my girl. Cam was boisterous, outgoing and full of piss and vinegar. She’s also the one who gets my wife into more shit than a little bit.
I like her though, because from what I’ve seen she’s a true friend. Other than Nessa’s mother and I, Cami seems to be the only person in her life who ever saw her real beauty. They’re good for each other, because as much trouble as Cami can scare up, my level headed buttercup keeps that nut in its shell.
“Well, if Cam says it’s the best there you have it.” Apparently Cami’s an expert on everything under the sun. Who am I to argue? She looked skeptical and I made up my mind that if she didn’t go get this stroller I’ll just have Cami pick it up, no worries. But I want her to feel free to spend my money. Something she still has a hard time doing after six and a half months of marriage.