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)
“Anytime, sugar,” I growled as I pulled back and lined myself up so that when I moved forward, my long, hard cock slowly pushed into her hot, tight channel.
“Oh, Oh! Thatcher!” She panted as she clenched around me, then whispered in my ear, “I need you, babe. Pretend you're filling my pussy with come so that you can prove to the world that I'm yours.”
“Shit,” I grunted. My wife knew exactly how to push me into losing control. “You want me to fuck you, sugar? Pound your pussy until it's raw and you feel me every time you move for a whole fucking week?”
“Yes! Oh, yes!” Imogen cried.
Far be it from me to deny my wife anything. So I gave myself over to instinct and threw her legs over one shoulder, closing them around my cock, making the fit even snugger. Then I planted my fists into the mattress and rested on my knees. I used the balls of my feet for extra leverage and began fucking my wife hard and deep, shoving my cock into her drenched pussy over and over like a prized stud rutting in a mare. “If you weren't already bred, you would be when I'm done with you, Imogene,” I growled. “But since you are, I'm going to cream in you like I'm filling my favorite sugary pastry. Then I'm going to taste all that goodness while I eat your delicious little pussy until you come on my tongue.”
“Thatcher! Yes! Yes!” Imogene always got hotter when I said dirty, filthy things while fucking her. It was one of my favorite things about her. My words caused her to cry out as her whole body clenched around me. It was actually painful, but the pleasure that came with it was more than worth it.
“Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck yeah, sugar!” I bellowed as I plowed inside, and her walls clamped around me, making it hard for me to retreat.
I quickly flipped one leg to my other shoulder and bent over her, pushing her wide open. Then I dropped my head and sucked one milky nipple into my mouth while I pummeled her pussy with eleven inches of hard, hot, steel.
“Yes! Yes!” Imogene screamed and her hands flew to my biceps, her nails digging deep into my flesh as her orgasm crashed over her. “Thatcher!!”
“Fuck, yes, baby. That's it, sugar, take me deep. Yes! Fuck! Your pussy is milking my cock just like your sexy little mouth when it's wrapped around me. Oh, fuck, yeah. I'm gonna come, baby. Fuck!”
My climax barreled through me so hard I roared with ecstasy as my vision blacked out. I continued to pump in and out until we'd both fallen over the edge again. Then I fell onto my back in a sweaty mess, breathing hard and trying to unscramble my brain.
“Holy crap, babe,” Imogene panted.
I managed to muster up enough energy to turn my head and look at her with concern. “Shit! Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” I'd taken her harder than I'd intended, and I started kicking myself for forgetting to take it easy while she was pregnant.
Imogene sighed and rolled into my side, throwing my arm around her and tossing her leg over mine. “I’m perfect. That was amazing, Thatcher. Exhausting but so damn amazing.”
“Are you sure?” I swiped away strands of hair that were sticking to her damp forehead.
Imogene giggled and nodded, her soft curls rubbing against my naked skin. “Since we didn't plan for the last three babies, you haven't made love to me intending to get me pregnant since Allison.”
I grinned. “Maybe I have Justice's luck, and I just fucked one baby into two.”
Imogen groaned and smacked me on the stomach. “Shut your mouth, Thatcher Kendall. I'm going to have my hands plenty full with four kids. Five would send me to Bellvue in a straight jacket.” After a few minutes of silence, she popped up suddenly and stared at me with intense, narrowed eyes. “Considering our track record, if that's the way we’re going to fuck after I have this baby, you're getting snipped.”
Epilogue 4
Imogene
Coming up behind my gorgeous husband, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my lips against his back. He turned around and claimed my mouth in a deep kiss, not the tiniest bit concerned that our kids were finishing up their breakfast directly behind us. Luckily, they were used to our public displays of affection and just kept on eating.
My bikini bottoms were more than a little damp by the time Thatcher lifted his head. “You taste even better than the delicious pancakes you made for breakfast.”
I twined my arms around his neck and pulled his head down to whisper in his ear. “I can’t wait until tonight when you can devour me like you did that big stack of pancakes you ate.”