Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Please,” I cried, wanting him to give me that final push I needed to achieve orgasm.
He ignored me again, continuing to work his heavy dick through my slippery folds.
Then I cheated. On his next withdraw, I canted my hips and placed the palm of my hand right before my entrance, forcing his fat cock to tunnel deep inside me, causing us both to groan.
“Cheater.” He panted, but didn’t withdraw again.
No, instead, he worked his length deep inside of me in slow, deep pushes. Each plunge and withdraw brought me closer and closer to the pinnacle, to where I was sure with just one hard thrust, he would send me over.
His pace never alternated though. Building up the pressure higher and higher.
He controlled my hips with laughable ease, refusing to let me have any resistance that he didn’t want me to have. So I used the only other tool in my arsenal. My vaginal muscles.
Everybody’s done kegals at some point in their life, tightening and loosening those muscles, testing the feelings, the way it made everything feel so super tight. Well, that’s exactly what I did. I clamped down on his cock, tightening the muscles of my core so tight that even my abdominals ached, and he exploded.
Everything seemed to happen at once.
My muscles clamped down, he groaned loudly, withdrew, and then slammed back home so hard that I swore I felt him deep inside my belly. He held off just long enough to feel me detonate, which lit his own fuse, causing him to explode only milliseconds after me.
Hot jets of his semen filled me. So much so that he started seeping out of the side, and down onto the bed below our bodies.
“Holy fuck,” he panted as he disengaged himself from me, dropping into a heap right beside me.
I didn’t move much from my own position, only collapsing my elbows and laying my face flat against the cool sheets of our bed. “Your control sucks.” I panted.
He groaned. “I wanted it to be special. I was doing good too until you used those muscles of yours, and then I was a goner.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, and then promptly fell asleep, ass in the air and all.
***
“Hello?” I heard James voice as if from a distance.
My eyes blinked reluctantly open, and I saw the room was completely dark except for the blue numbers blinking 3:37 A.M. on the alarm clock.
“Yeah?” James voice changed from sleepy to completely alert with the blink of an eye.
“Oh, no. Is it too early?” James asked; panic tinging the edge of his voice.
I rolled over, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. Then I went to the bathroom, showered quickly, dressed, and started picking our bags up from the closet when he came in from the kitchen with two travel mugs of coffee.
“Guess you figured out the baby was on the way. They’re pretty sure they’ll have to do surgery, but they’re going to wait and see. Are you ready?”
The thing was...I was. I was married to him. He was the love of my life. The father of one of the most well rounded children on earth.
He held me up when I needed him the most.
There were many things that scared me on this earth, but I well and truly believed that, with James, I could accomplish anything. Be anyone.
James took me on the wildest ride of my life, and I couldn’t wait to start this brand new journey with him.
Seriously. Could. Not. Wait.
Epilogue
Marrying you was the best thing I’ve ever done for my vagina.
-Anniversary card
James
“Please everyone, quiet. Kayla, Janie, do you mind?” The principal of Kilgore High School asked.
Through his microphone.
In front of five hundred students, twice as many parents, family of the students, and the entire teaching staff.
Kayla and Janie’s graduation.
Perfect.
Everyone chuckled around me, but I swear that if that girl were not eighteen years old, I would’ve spanked her in front of the entire graduating class if I could have gotten away with it.
There are many things I’ve learned over the years by being a father of three and that was that a strong hand was needed. To hold my beer. Or on those rare occasions, sometimes even whiskey. Because when you live in a household of women, something’s got to take the edge off. Otherwise, a man, such as myself, would go crazy.
“Daddy, you need to lighten up. Janie’s finally graduating. You’re lucky she’s not pregnant and on that reality show ‘Sixteen and Pregnant.’” Scout, our brainiac of a middle child, informed me.
“She’d be on Dateline before I allowed her to be on that show.” I grumbled.
Although Scout wasn’t of my blood, I’d treated her as my own from the very minute that she was brought into my life. I still remember that day as if it was yesterday. But most importantly, I remember how our family gathered around the newest member of the Free family, and cherished her like she was always meant to be cherished.
***
Twelve years ago
First night home with the new baby
“You know. That looks an awful lot like Cat. Are you sure you’re not going to mix the two up?” Janie asked me from her perch at my side.
I looked down at the sleeping infant, Scout, in my arms and smiled.
“She does look a lot like Cat, doesn’t she?” I agreed.
“Don’t let Jack take the baby though. She’s ours.” Janie said, narrowing her eyes at Jack as he laughed at what my daughter had just said.
Janie was very protective of Scout.
As soon as we’d pulled into the driveway, Janie had rushed forward, eager to meet the newest member of our family. She’d even been the one to pick out Scout’s name.
“We’ll make sure he stays on the straight and narrow. Don’t worry.” I said, handing the baby off to Cheyenne as she cooed and cawed at her.
“Jesus, Cheyenne. You sound like a motherfucking bird. Can’t you keep your sounds straight?” Ember growled as she stared at the baby. “Let me hold her, you’ve had her long enough.”