Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 32248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Chuckling, I ask, “You think I’m sexy?”
“Duh.” She laughs. “I’m having your baby, after all.”
“Damn, that’s fucking sexy to hear,” I growl at her.
She knows it, too.
She one hundred percent knows I have a breeding kink when it comes to her. I’ve had it since the day we met. Just the thought of putting my thick cock inside her and getting her pregnant gets me half hard.
Most days, it’s all I fucking think about.
Fuck, being away from her during the day kills me.
Her hips slowly begin to rotate in small circles, making her ass push up hard against my cock.
“Gabe?” she asks quietly.
“Yes, baby?” I ask and try to keep myself from picking her up and carrying her off to bed.
“Would you do that thing, baby?” she moans before she quietly whispers, “Please?”
Fuck, I’d burn the whole fucking world down if she only asked. I’d do anything to make my wife happy.
Sliding my hands around her hips, I stop massaging and simply rub my hands in slow circles.
I know what she wants right now. I know what she needs from me. If she wasn’t in pain, if it wasn’t a true need, I’d probably tease her a bit before I do it. I’d make her beg a little. Not now though. Not when I’m able to provide her some relief.
Sliding my hands into her robe, I slowly part it around her stomach and feel her soft, smooth skin.
Then I push the robe fully apart, showing her sexy pregnant belly.
Caressing her baby bump in expanding circles, I marvel at just how soft her skin feels. I know she lotions all the time, worried about the stretch marks she’s barely getting. But just how soft all the skin on her body feels still astounds me.
It’s like she’s made of silk.
When my hands finally reach the bottom of her stomach, I very carefully start to lift the baby bump up. I’m not lifting her as much as I’m lifting the extra weight off her.
Instantly she groans the groan she makes when I slide my cock into her tight cunt.
“Fuck…” she hisses in sweet release as I hold all the weight that’s been pressing on her lower back.
Chuckling quietly, I ask, “That feel good, baby?”
“Mmm, it’s almost as good as the orgasms you give me, Gabe,” she sighs out in happiness.
Laughing, I shake my head, being mindful to keep my arms perfectly still. “I doubt that, baby.”
“Well, you’re probably right.” She sighs. “How can you hold her up for so long and never get tired of standing like this?”
Pondering how to answer that question, I decide to go for honesty. “It’s the sounds you make… and the juicy ass you have against my dick that keeps me content.”
“Oh my god.” Meghan giggles. “You and my ass. It’s like you love it more than me.”
“Well, when you wear those sexy tight leggings… I mean it could be a tossup on which one I love more.”
“God, you’re a pervert,” she says before she wiggles a little to fit her belly into my big hands.
“True,” I admit. “But you love me, so I’m your pervert.”
“Very true.” She sighs. “I’m still not letting you fuck my ass again.”
“Liar, you liked it as much as I did when you came like a freight train.” I smirk and look up into the mirror at her face. “You woke up the neighbors.”
She turns beet red from embarrassment, but I see a twinkle in her eye. “I did not!”
“Mmmhmm,” I grunt in obvious disbelief.
“Whatever.” She rubs her ass against my growing erection. “We won’t be doing that again anytime soon. Oliver will be coming out soon.”
“I thought it was Rose?”
“That was yesterday,” Meghan says with a small shrug. “I’m thinking Winston today.”
“I still like Rose,” I say with a chuckle.
“No way. No girls. She’ll wrap you around her little finger and I’ll get jealous. It’s going to be a big watermelon of a boy.”
Laughing, I have no clue which way it will be and I don’t care. I just want my child to be happy and healthy.
“Honey?” Meghan turns her head to look at me.
“Yeah?”
“We need to go to the bedroom,” she says with absolute conviction. “I mean right now.”
“Oh,” I say and carefully but quickly remove her robe. I grin at her as I turn her sideways and lift her up into my arms, “You little firecracker, you don’t have any panties on.”
Smirking up into my eyes, she says, “I don’t have any hair down there, either.”
Shaking my head, I laugh as I carefully set her down on the bed. “Not like it would ever stop me if you did.”
Scooting back on the bed, she gets to where her ass is just barely hanging off the edge.
And I swear I’m like Pavlov’s dog. One look at her spread thighs and bare pussy and my mouth starts drooling.