Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Callaway…”
“Hmmm…”
“Maybe this should be a… quick… situation.”
He stopped what he was doing and laughed.
“You mean a quickie?” He teased. I nodded eagerly. I wanted him. Now. And then I wanted to get dressed again. I wasn’t used to feeling so exposed. “Alright wife, have it your way.”
He swiftly pulled my panties free and gave me a sly look as he tucked them into the pocket of his jeans. Then he freed his gorgeous shaft and rubbed it against me, teasing me just a little bit more before notching the tip just inside me. He stared into my eyes as he pushed forward until he was seated to the hilt.
I sighed in pleasure.
He filled me so completely. It was always overwhelming at first. But he never hurt me. He was so gentle and careful. He had to be, considering how enormous his dick was.
“Oh Molls, how can you feel this good?”
I let out a whimper. I couldn’t speak. I could barely think.
All I could do was make little mewling sounds and rock my hips against him.
“Hmmm, do you want something little girl?” He teased, not doing anything. He just lay on top of me, filling me up, but not getting the party started.
“Yes…” I whispered. “I want you to move.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, doing exactly as I asked. Or so I thought. He pulled almost completely out, waiting until I started to beg. Just a little. Then he gave in and drove home. Again and again he did that. Withdrawing, teasing me, and then entering me completely.
My head was tossing back and forth as he kept me on the edge.
“Not… a… quickie... husband,” I ground out between frustrated moans.
He grinned at me as he started to scoop his hips in this way he had that pushed all my buttons. His tempo increased. He stopped teasing me. Now he was just fucking me, nice and hard.
“Goddamn, woman,” he growled as I started to peak. My body tugged at him, pulling him deeper, holding him tight. He didn’t stop fucking me. But he had a lot harder time moving inside me.
“Fuck!” He roared as his hips started to buck out of tempo. I was out of my mind, whimpering and moaning as I came again, and then again, while his shaft seemed to swell inside me before his seed burst forward, filling with his essence.
We held onto each other tightly as our bodies shuddered together.
He didn’t stop until we were both spent. Then we lay there, naked, in the woods, in broad daylight, both unable to do more than catch our breath. Even if someone came up to the car and knocked, we wouldn’t have been able to cover ourselves up. I felt another tremor go through me and he moaned, his shaft stiffening inside me.
“Woman…”
“Hmmmm?”
“Let’s go to the backseat.”
My eyes widened as I looked up at him.
Then I smiled.
“You’re on, husband.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Nick
“I think you should lie down,” I said, staring at my wife with a frown. My beautiful wife. My secretly pregnant wife. No one knew yet. It was too early.
But the morning sickness was really kicking her sweet, juicy butt. She was puking her cute little guts up every single morning. Some afternoons, too. And right about now, she was looking more than a little bit green. I watched her closely, tilting my head.
Yep. She was gorgeous, as always, but definitely green. Like some sort of sexy superhero from space. All she needed was the spandex super-suit.
“The blood?” I asked, slinging my arm around her and carefully lifting her up as she nodded. I took her into the house and up the stairs.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Upstairs to rest.”
“I am fine,” she protested. “Just felt a little woozy for second there. It passed.”
“You will be fine. After you rest.”
“Nick, let’s just go home.”
“You need a quick nap first,” I said adamantly. I pressed a kiss to her forehead before taking her into the guest room and laying her on top of the multicolored bed spread. I grabbed a throw blanket off the antique rocking chair in the corner and laid it over her gently. “We’ll go home soon, I promise.”
She blinked up at me, her thick lashes fluttering on her pretty cheeks.
“Maybe just a quick nap…” she said, promptly drifting off. I smiled with satisfaction. I knew my woman better than she knew herself.
I sat in the rocking chair for a few minutes, watching her sleep. It was still so wild to me that she was mine. I had done very little in my life to merit such a windfall. She was the sweetest, kindest, sexiest, most beautiful girl in the world, and she loved me.
The dumb luck of it all still blew me away.
I had pretty much won the lottery. The big one. Mega-millions, or in this case, Megababe-billions. I chuckled at my silly thoughts. My woman had me close to giddy pretty much all of the time.