Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
She didn’t wince or cry out in pain when I washed her so I rinsed her off and put my mouth on her. She lost her train of thought and held my head in place, rubbing her legs together and pressing her crotch into me.
I emptied both her breasts while my cock dripped pre-cum down the drain before turning her to face the wall. “Oh no you don’t, you had yours it’s my turn.”
She dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock. “Fuck! Greedy fuck, shit.” This was her new favorite thing. When she was too sore to fuck coming on to the end of her pregnancy this was the only thing I would let her do and she seems to have gotten a taste for it. And after all the hours she’d spent on it it’s like she’d taken lessons.
I fucked into her mouth hard the way she liked until she went after my balls. That’s when I called a halt because I had plans for this load.
She didn’t know it, but I knew she was about to drop an egg and I’m going after that shit. “Hands against the wall.”
I helped her up and turned her around, bending her over just right. I smacked her ass cheek with the heavy weight of my cock before nosing around her pussy for the goods.
Once my boy homed in on that little opening in her slit he went straight to work. “Aw fuck that’s good.” She pushed her ass back and sucked me in deeper and my hips did the rest.
Our hips slapped into each other at a rapid speed but I had no fear of hurting her. Since the baby she’s been taking my cock much easier so I was free to go ham on her ass.
By the time the water cooled I had a gut full of milk and empty balls. “I’m taking over your workout schedule, I don’t like that fucking idiot who has you running on a treadmill for two hours three and a half months after having a baby.”
She knew better than to argue. I’d changed up a lot of her Hollywood shit in the last year or so to the annoyance of her manager, her agent and her. I wouldn’t allow her to kill herself to make those assholes more money.
As it stood she could retire now and never have to work another day in her life. She had more money than I did, but I was holding my own and could take care of my family if it came to that.
She didn’t seem to mind that I’d cut her down to three movies a year instead of the four or five she was used to, because she had a husband and a baby now, something else she loved more than acting thank fuck.
We lived in my hometown and I only had to go to Hell-Wood a couple times a year for some award show or other or when she was shooting there. She wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without me there to look after her.
Aldridge had lived which is what I’d intended, but he was hiding away somewhere in Switzerland probably trying to find new eyes or some shit. Good luck with that. I’d thrown his in the damn ocean after gouging them from his eyes.
She still didn’t know that I had anything to do with that and as far as her people knew, her stalker had just slinked away after realizing that I was in the picture. The only one who knew anything about what went down was Drake and myself.
After his stay in the hospital a few women had come forward and claimed he’d abused or harassed them in some way going back twenty years. Monstrous fuck.
She pulled on a robe and I threw on some shorts and a tank before we headed down the hall from our room, right next door in fact to where our daughter slept.
My heart, which had been closed off, empty and cold for so long, was always full and warm these days. I had my two girls to thank for that. And for everything that was good in my life.
We stood looking down at our little angel together, my arms wrapped securely around her from behind. “She’s so beautiful baby. Every time I look at her I get this jolt, like I can’t believe she’s really mine.”
“I know what you mean. I don’t know how I’m gonna handle being away from her in the next few weeks.”
“You won’t be. We’ll be there with you remember?”
“I know that, but I won’t be with her all day.” She sniffled and I pulled her back closer.
“Okay, don’t do that crying shit again. If you’re not ready to go back just tell Aaron you need more time. He’ll understand.” Of course he will, because I’d already threatened him with death if he didn’t give her-her space to be a mother.