Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
My portfolio is staggering as well and I’ve been giving away millions to charities every year because, I’ve got everything I need right here.
My phone buzzes in my pocket as the room fills with the hum of voices, the end of the evening being announced.
I pull out the phone to see Isiah and Mikala our two oldest on the screen making funny faces and waving.
I tap the unmute button and their high-pitched voices draw Kitty’s attention.
“Hi guys.” She says on a little wave.
“Bring. Pizza.” Isiah begs with little prayer hands. “Nathalia made fish. I hate fish.”
“She makes great fish.” I retort but they both make faces that tell me they disagree.
Nathalia still lives on the property in one of the apartments we created in the dorm. WE converted most of it into our home, but making her leave wasn’t’ right. She’d been there for twenty years and now, she’s our stand in nanny and cook and general overlord.
“Pizza it is.” I answer as Kitty gives me a look. “What? I’m the good dad.”
I spoil them. I do. I don’t care. Every kid should be spoiled.
“Okay, we will see you in an hour.” Kitty waves as I blow a kiss and click off the call.
We wind through the congratulating crowd and into the waiting limo. A new stretch Lincoln driven by the same driver that’s been at the church for a decade.
I bought him the car so he could start his own service on the condition Kitty and I take priority and he was more than happy to drive something that didn’t need a quart of oil ever hundred fifty miles.
Inside the back of the car, I’ve got the privacy screen locked and my cock is out in an instant.
“Sit on my dick wife. Scholar. Winner of award. Saver of lives. Mother of my children.”
I stroke my hard on as I pull her my way, flipping up her dress and delivering a swat on her ass.
“What was that for?”
“Because I wanted to. Rule number---”
She cuts me off. “I know, you make the rules. Now, make me come husband.”
“Always baby.” She straddles me as I sink into her soft heat, wrapping one hand around her throat and the other frees her tits from her dress. The nipples dripping, our youngest still keeping the milk flowing which he unknowingly shares with me.
“Fuck me, Father Martin. Fuck the brat out of me.”
I do just that for the forty-minute ride home.
“You’re my world baby.” I remind her as we fix our clothes and she dabs some lipstick onto her lips.
“You’re my daddy, my lover, my husband, my protector…my everything.”
“Good girl. Daddy loves you.” I plant a kiss on her forehead as the car comes to a stop and the kids come screaming out the front door.
It’s a messy, crazy life. But, you gotta take it by the balls and show it who’s boss.
Which, is my wife.
My wife is the boss.
When I say so.
Which is most of the time.