Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Then we had Eva, and she swore that was it, but I still wanted one more. Blair loved nothing more than being a wife and a mother, and I knew she'd always wanted six kids. After sending her oldest off to first grade that morning, I had a feeling she was ready. It was perfect timing too. My mind seemed to naturally keep track of her cycles since the day I'd seen that tampon in her purse when she was sixteen. And my girl was ripe and fertile, ready for me to knock her up.
“I know you want another baby. Admit it, bunny.” Her pussy clenched, and she moaned, making me smile. Without warning, I flipped her over and shoved her legs up, resting them on my shoulders. Then I plunged back in, bottoming out so my tip pressed into her cervix. “I’m going to pump you full of my cream, baby,” I growled as I retreated just a little, then drove back in and started pounding deep and hard, rutting in her like an animal with its mate. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, yes.” I grabbed her hands which had been clenched in the sheets and brought them to the apex of her thighs. “You know what I want, bunny.”
Blair moaned and bucked her hips as her hands slid down, and her fingers pulled her lips apart, giving me an unobstructed view of her pink, needy pussy. “It gets me so fucking hot when you obey me, baby. Now, I want you to come, so your womb sucks up every fucking drop.”
Blair's head twisted side to side, and she widened her legs, so they dropped and hung over my arms. Her body was perfect for giving me babies, with wide hips and big tits. But she'd also grown curvier with each pregnancy, and it was sexy as fuck. “That's right, bunny. Open up for me.”
She cried out softly while thrusting her pelvis up as I slammed back in. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Give it to me, Justice. Oh, oh! Yes! Yes!” She pressed her head back into the mattress, her mouth open in a silent scream as she shattered.
“Good girl,” I praised on a grunt when I felt her cervical wall soften, letting me in even deeper. I watched my cock, shiny from her juices, sink back in one last time as I gave myself over to my climax. “Oh, yeah. Fuck yes, bunny. Fuck!” My voice was gravelly from my clenched jaw. I was trying to hold back my desire to bellow as hot, thick come jetted from my shaft, filling her to the brim. Blair shivered and quaked from the force of her orgasm, but her muscles were tightening as she drew near to another peak. The sight pushed out even more of my seed. “That's it, bunny,” I grunted as I rocked into her over and over. “Come again, baby. I want to make sure you're stuffed full.” I removed her hands so that her folds sealed around my cock, preventing much from slipping out.
I made her come twice more before collapsing onto the bed, careful not to crush her. I wrapped my legs around hers and rolled to my back, keeping us connected. I fully intended to spend the night buried inside her pussy.
“I love you so fucking much, bunny.”
Blair sighed and snuggled into me. “Love you, too, Justice. Always.”
I kissed her temple and murmured, “Always.”
It was a fucking miracle that all of our children slept through the night because, when I wasn't sleeping, I was rocking into her pussy and playing with her clit while I sucked on her juicy tits until she gave me another orgasm or two.
Knowing I'd fucked her into oblivion and let her get very little sleep, I fed our babies and took them to the park. And a year later, we were at the park again, this time with my beautiful wife curled up beside me and our three-month-old Bianca cradled in my arms.
Her Love
Billionaire Thatcher Kendall had everything a man could want. Money. Success. Fame.
But none of that mattered to him. The only thing he ever desired was the woman who was meant to be his.
When he finally found her, Thatcher was determined to create the perfect home for them before he claimed Imogene as his own.
Prologue
Thatcher
When you were six foot five with a big, muscular frame, you weren’t exactly hard to miss. I also had the tall, dark, and handsome thing going on. Not that I was particularly vain, but over the years, my brother, Justice, and I had both made The World’s Most Eligible Billionaires list, as well as being categorized in the “Most Sexy” blah blah blah in a dozen magazines. We’d also graced the cover of Forbes magazine multiple times. Apparently, my “dark hair, gray eyes, strong jaw, and full lips” made me desirable and easily noticed.