Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
My parents were staying two floors below us so they could watch the baby. At fourteen weeks old, it was the first night she wasn’t spending with us, and my mom had known I’d want her nearby. But she didn’t know the other reason I’d wanted it to be just the two of us tonight. Tucker was going to be the first to know, and it was finally the perfect moment to share the news. “It’s a good thing we didn’t put today off any longer.”
“Why’s that, baby?” Tucker asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
I wrapped my hand around his wrist and tugged his hand until it rested over my belly. “If we’d waited too much longer, my dress wouldn’t have fit.”
He stopped right there on the dance floor, his dark eyes filled with incandescent joy. “You’re pregnant?”
I nodded, unable to get words past the lump of emotion in my throat. He lifted me and twirled me around in a circle before gently setting me on my feet. Turning toward where our family and friends were still seated, he shouted, “We’re having another baby!”
Everyone rushed over to offer their congratulations, but Tucker only waited a few minutes before he tugged me toward the door. “We can’t just leave,” I insisted, dragging my feet a bit in an attempt to slow our progress.
Tucker bent down to slide his arm under my knees and lifted me into his arms. “Everyone else can stay as late as they want, but we’re done. It’s past time for us to celebrate by ourselves.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head against his shoulder. I couldn’t argue when he was giving me exactly what I wanted—just like he always did.
Epilogue
Tucker
6 years later
“Spread those legs wide, baby,” I commanded as I buried my face in my wife’s soaked pussy. My thumbs held her lips open, exposing her pink and swollen center, her little clit peeking out and begging for my mouth. I licked the hard bud, and Eva’s hips bucked up as she let out a little scream.
I slapped one ass cheek with the flat of my palm and growled, “Quiet, Eva-bear. If you wake the baby, I won’t be able to make you come.”
Eva whimpered, but I could tell that she was pressing her lips together, trying to contain her sounds of pleasure. “Good girl,” I praised softly before diving back in to lap at her cream. I fucking loved to hear my woman screaming my name, but it wasn’t something we could do with four little cock-blockers running around or sleeping one floor below.
She tensed, and her body began to shake. My eyes lifted in time to see her smash a pillow over her face, muffling her scream as she squirted into my mouth. I groaned as I drank every drop until her shudders subsided.
When she was limp and panting, I crawled up her body and wrapped her legs around me. I kissed her, swallowing her moan as she tasted herself on my lips. My hands cupped her tits—swollen from nursing our youngest baby—and squeezed them. Though it seemed impossible, I hardened even more when the white droplets beaded on her big, rosy red nipples. Groaning, I licked each tip before sucking one into my mouth as I slammed inside her. My balls slapped against her ass when I bottomed out, and I muttered, “Fuck. So damn tight.” Licking and nibbling her nipples, I began to move. Slow at first but quickly gaining speed as I felt my control fading away. Eva’s nails bit into the skin of my shoulders and she pressed her lips to my chest to keep from making noise.
The bed squeaked with the force of my thrusts, and if the headboard hadn’t been mounted to the wall, it would have been banging against it. That was a lesson we learned after our first baby was woken one too many times from the pounding.
“Harder, Tucker,” Eva breathed. “Fuck me harder.”
I pulled out and glared at Eva before flipping her to her stomach and lifting her ass in the air. The sharp crack of my hand meeting her ass was the only sound in the room besides our heavy breathing. I gently pushed Eva’s head down until her face was pressed into the mattress, containing her cries as I slapped each cheek until she was pink and her arousal was dripping down her thighs. Then I shoved my cock back into her heat, and the scream that ripped from her throat was barely audible, but loud enough to send fire racing down my spine, straight to my cock. I threw my head back and clenched my jaw to keep from roaring as I spilled inside her, filling her with my thick, heavy cream. I pumped in and out lazily, prolonging our orgasms as much as possible and watched my cock disappear and reappear covered in the sweet mix of our come. It was almost enough to have my slightly softened cock become rock hard again.