Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
My fears that it will never happen for me have disappeared.
I have faith.
I have love.
I believe in my dreams again. I believe in us.
Reuben is a master with his fingers, gliding them between my pussy lips to tease my clit.
“It’s going to be an honour getting you pregnant. Forget ovulation calendars, I’ll be unloading into your sweet pussy every chance I get.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Santa always delivers.”
We kiss with fervour. His tongue is hot and wet, fighting with mine.
“Promise me one thing, then,” I say, panting for breath as his fingers tease my thrumming clit.
“Anything, sweetheart.”
“Promise you won’t lose your filthiness. Not ever. I may have ditched Creamgirl, but I’ll never ditch my own sexuality. I’ll still be a kinky slut, mama bear or not.”
“I can safely assure you of that.” He nips my bottom lip. “I may have walked away from the Agency, but I haven’t walked away from filthy pleasures. I just want them all from you.”
It’s a bizarre sensation as I realise Reuben’s cock may be the only one I ever take for the rest of my life. He isn’t going to share easily, and I sure as fuck wouldn’t want to share him. Even the idea of him being with someone else makes me feel sick, I’m that invested.
I spread my legs wider. “Good, because I’ve got plenty of filth to give, and it’s all yours.”
I angle my hips to take the thrill of his touch, but the skilled master leaves me hanging. He plays me like a cello, sucking, flicking, tasting, fingering – and I squirm for him with a smile on my face. Headiness growing as he slides three fingers in and licks a hot trail from my clit to my nipples.
He clamps his mouth around my tit and sucks hard, catching my clit with his thumb at the same time and it’s enough to set me off on my first orgasm, rolling through me in glorious waves of pleasure as his fingers pump my wet cunt.
I moan for his dick, wanting him inside me, filling me up, but the master won’t be rushed. His eyes are simmering dark as he caresses my belly.
“Give it to me, Reuben,” I say, “fuck your daddy cum into me.”
His grin is priceless.
“You’re going to get it, baby, but always remember what I say. Patience is a virtue.”
I grope my wet tits. “Fuck patience. Patience isn’t on my list of talents. Taking cum is.”
“I’m sure your patience will improve steadily. You’ll need a lot of it when we’ve got children to take care of.”
Two can play at this game. I’ll just have to make him desperate for me.
“You’re right, I’ll need a whole shit ton of patience. So, now’s the time to enjoy the lack of it, while I can.” I haul myself up from the bed, giggling as I throw a pillow at him and dash away.
“What the hell? Tiffany! Get back here, and stop testing mine.”
I hear his feet stomping after me as my tits nearly give me black eyes as I run down the stairs.
“Time for some champagne. Let’s celebrate!” I flash him a grin over my shoulder. “Once you’ve knocked me up, I’ll be in abstinence mode for ages. No drinking for me while I’m carrying your baby.”
He reaches me in the kitchen, and I squeal as he shunts me over the breakfast bar. The marble top is so cold against my tis, his strong hands pinning me tight by my wrists. I rub my ass against his crotch like a dirty girl, adoring the pole of his cock. He’s dripping, ready to burst. I can feel it.
“Knocked you up?” he says, “I’m not sure I like the sound of that. Bit crude, don’t you think?”
“Knock me up, yeah. Or put me up the duff or shove a bun in my oven. I don’t care, just fuck your cum into me, Reubs.” I wiggle my ass again.
“Reubs? You’re asking for it,” he says.
“Yeah, I am. So, give it to me. Champagne as well as punishment, please,” I giggle.
He lets go of my wrists, places one hand on the base of my back and I brace myself, shrieking as he gives me a serious walloping – two hard slaps on each butt cheek before he walks to the fridge. I love the burn. I also love the way he pops the cork straight up into the air before he pours our glasses.
“To us,” he says, as we toast.
“To us and our future babies.”
He looks at my naked body so intently. I don’t feel the need to pose or push my tits out, just stay as me – Tiffany – without the performance of Cream.
“I pictured you with a straining baby belly when you were hooded on all fours, you know? One time, when you had to crouch and ride a punch fuck, that was me, imagining you giving birth, especially when you were crying out. I wished your tits were milky. I wanted to drink from you.”