Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Even five years later, her parents are unhappy with her decision. I’m not a doctor or a lawyer, I don’t have loads of money or a trust fund, I didn’t go to an Ivy League college, and my family isn’t “respectable,” whatever that means. So Kate and I have spent the last five years on our own, making our own life for ourselves.
And we’ve done well.
Kate went to school for interior design, got her degree, and started her own business while I pushed all of my art online like she said I should. She also got me two shows at two galleries where she knew the owners. I only sold a handful of paintings, but it was enough to get my name out there and get things going for me. We’re both independently successful now in our own right and don’t need anybody else to help us. I can’t even imagine what her parents think when we aren’t calling them for money every other month.
“Is that the one for the Hendricksons?” Kate asks, coming up beside me and eyeing my work.
“No, I finished that one. I was thinking maybe I’d give this one to your parents.”
“My parents?” She sounds surprised and gives me a look like I’m out of my mind. I set my brush aside and stand.
“We’ve got to start mending fences with them sometime, Kate. Even if they aren’t the easiest people in the world.”
She scoffs, huffs, and puffs. “To say the least. Do you remember that jerk they wanted me to marry!?”
“I sure do,” I laugh. “I almost went to jail because of him. How could I ever forget?”
I seize my wife by the waist and pull her to me. Even after five years, in moments like this, I still get all hot and bothered by her and can feel myself growing rock hard by the little gym shorts she chooses to wear around the house, which she probably also has no panties on with either.
It just gets my blood and testosterone flowing thinking about those sweet, soft, soaked little pink pussy lips just ready and waiting to be spread open by me.
Not only is she my world now, my love that has every bit of my devotion, but she’s my little sex kitten that I love to please. Pinning her down and burying my face between her thighs, running my soft tongue up and down her button until she squirms and squeals is as fun for me as it is for her.
We built a life together from scratch. Left the toxic environment of her family behind and went off on our own like something out of a movie. They didn’t come to the wedding, but her father sent a gift. It may have been a year and a half late after his granddaughter, Annie, was born, but it was a first step.
“Is she asleep?” I ask, nodding in the direction of the nursery.
“Almost,” Kate whispers. “She wanted a kiss from her daddy before she went to bed.”
I reach around and squeeze my wife on her sweet ass. “Go to the bedroom. I’ll be there in just a minute.”
Kate giggles and skips out of the room as I tug at the hem of her shorts. How did I get so lucky with such an incredible woman?
I walk down the hall to the nursery where our gorgeous daughter is lying in her bed, the night sky glowing on her ceiling.
“What are you doing awake, little lady!?” I ask as I go over to her side and plant a kiss on her cheek. She giggles and squeaks adorably. “Is this what you wanted? Mommy said you wanted a kiss before bed.”
She nods. “Mmm-hmm.”
“Are you going to be good and go to sleep now for me?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She smiles.
“And are you going to go to the fair with me tomorrow?” Annie nods excitedly. “If you go to sleep now, I’ll get you some cotton candy. But you have to stay in bed all night, all right?”
Annie’s face lights up just like her mom’s. She nods again, pulls the covers all the way up to her chin, and closes her eyes. I can’t help but smile as I lean in and plant a nice big fatherly kiss on her forehead, then get up and switch off the light.
How could I ask for more?
I make my way down the hall to our room and find my wife on the bed wearing nothing but a black lace thong and a pair of matching heels. She twists her hips when she sees me, writhing seductively like a siren. I’m overcome with lust as I drag my gaze up her flawless body. No man on earth would ever guess this woman had birthed a child. She looks like a model ready to step onto the runway and is just waiting for the top part of her outfit.