Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Oh God!” she cries out as I slide into her in one hot stroke, feeling her slick walls grip around me.
“I’ll take that as a no.” Her hands go to my shoulders and she clings to me as I pound into her hard. “It’s been too long.”
“Hours,” she moans. With how wet she is I know she’s just as desperate as I am.
It’s quick and dirty as I pump hard and deep into her waiting warmth. Her wet pleasure coats my cock and I can hear just how turned on she is.
“I’m so close,” she breathes, rocking her hips, and the length of my shaft glides over her clit. She grips me tighter and cries out again.
“Shhh.” I put my hand over her mouth and lean in close but don’t stop moving inside her. “Those sounds are only for me.”
She screams into my hand, arching her back, and her pussy creams my cock. I bury my face in her neck and allow the pulses of her release to milk my own from me. It’s hot and fast just like our love, but as I slowly come down from the high, I place kisses gently along her bare skin.
“I don’t know if my legs are going to work,” she laughs.
“You never have to walk again if you don’t want to, love.”
“This really is heaven.”
“As long as I’m inside of you, everywhere is heaven.” I look into her eyes and then smile at her. “I love you, Collins.”
“I love you, too.” She kisses me sweetly before I rest my forehead to hers.
“Want to go back on the dance floor or go to bed?”
She pretends to think on it for a second before her eyes light up. “Let’s get some cake to go!”
“Anything you want.” I kiss her one last time before we put our clothes back in place and walk out of the closet hand in hand.
Even though both of us are a little wobbly on our legs.
EPILOGUE
COLLINS
Five years later …
I sit up, still sleepy from my nap but my stomach gets the better of me. With our daughter, I couldn't keep anything down for months but with our son I’m always hungry. After Maryjane, Kade swore we were never doing this again because the pregnancy was too much. I giggle thinking back on it. You would have thought he’d been the one throwing up and going through labor because the man worried himself sick. God, I love that husband of mine.
Even when I was bent over the toilet with morning sickness I knew I would do it again and I’ve been lucky so far this time. My baby boy wants me to eat everything and doesn’t have any desire for me to throw anything up. I’m not even that far along, but still a small bump has popped out a lot quicker than the first time.
I knew before my eyes opened from my nap I needed icing, and not the whipped kind either. I need the kind that’s thick and creamy and so rich it makes my teeth ache.
“You’re right. We should dip the chocolate chip cookies in the icing.” I rub my baby bump as I swing my legs over the side of the bed. I look at the clock to see I only napped for thirty minutes and not my usual two hours.
Kade kissed me goodbye this morning when he took Maryjane to preschool. He and his brother went back to the office together since they normally meet a few times a week to go over things. I came back to our house and passed out since my little bun wants all the sleep and sugar.
I see from the glass of water and prenatal pills next to the bed Kade came in search of me. He’s likely back in his office counting down the time until I wake up or it’s time to get Maryjane from preschool. I still have another few hours until it’s time to pick her up. I yawn and down the water and the pills.
This first week of preschool has been rough. I don’t know why it’s been so hard on Kade and me but our little MJ could care less about us. She’s a social butterfly, though everyone on the island knows each other already. I know she’s growing up and it makes my heart ache. The house is too quiet, which is another reason that after we have this little precious boy we will go on to have more. Kade shouldn’t have made a house with so many rooms if he didn’t want me to fill them. Besides, with how easy this pregnancy is going, I know he’s going to be down for another. It’s not like he can say no. The man can’t keep his hands off me and there’s no way he’s about to start. He just worries over me and I get it since he almost lost me once.