Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
As for the cooking, she still takes care of that most days. I do try to take her out every week and we order in once as well and I make her go back to bed after I leave. One of these days, I’m going to learn to make my own breakfast so she doesn’t have to get up at all. Ava adamantly refuses to hire another cook. As long as she’s not overdoing things, I’m okay with her being the wife she wants to be. I love her and will do anything for my woman. I still bring in the cleaning crew for the shit that I know Ava hates to do.
I saunter into our office and sit on the edge of the desk, making sure to avoid her neatly stacked files. She keeps this place cleaner than I ever have. “Babe, are you ready?”
“Ready for what?” She looks up from the computer with her brow arched.
Bending down, I taste her delectable lips. “Well, beautiful. We are going out of town.”
“Where? Why?” A smile forms across her face so large, I can’t stop smiling myself.
I grab Ava’s hands, rubbing her wedding and engagement rings as I lift her to her feet and nestle her frame between my legs. Brushing her hair back behind her ears with my thumbs, I cup her cheeks. “Our honeymoon. We’re wealthy as hell, and I never took my beloved bride on a honeymoon. What kind of husband am I?”
“A terrible one,” she sighs dramatically, tossing her hand over her forehead.
Chuckling, I move her closer to me with my hand sliding over her bottom. “Woman, don’t get spanked,” I growl in her ear and roughly squeeze her ass with both hands, rubbing her pussy over my hardness.
“Why? I like it,” she asks, pouting and then tossing me a wicked grin. That gets her two good taps on her ass. Each slap causes her eyes to brighten with lust.
She continues to grind on me and then releases a panting moan. “I’m so horny, Tobias.”
“What do you need?” I grunt, holding back the need to devour her this instant.
She presses her forehead against my chest, sliding her hand over my belt and down my jeans, cupping my length. “I need my pussy licked and then I need your big cock deep inside me.”
I release her after stealing another kiss. “Hop on the desk, babe.”
And she does, lifting her dress over her head. I follow and take off my shirt. We kiss hungrily as I move between her legs. Dropping onto my chair, I pull her panties off and skim my nose over her tiny patch of curls. “You smell so good. Is this what you need,” I say, swiping my tongue over her slit. She shivers and I do it again. I love the way she can’t control her reactions.
“More,” she pleads, her fingers sliding through my hair. I could use a cut, but then she can’t hold on and ride my face like she does. Greedy as always, she shoves my mouth into her cunt, rolling her hips and grinding on me. I lick and suck on her little nub until her legs begin quaking and her shouts could be heard throughout the house.
As she comes down, releasing her death grip, I bring her down onto the chair and fully seated on my thick, large dick. “Oh my God. I’m so full.”
“You asked for it, baby. Now ride me.” I swat her ass, getting her to move and bounce those perfect tits in my face. I suck on one and she cries out, quicker than usual. Her pussy flutters and then clenches around my shaft. With her hands on my shoulders, she tosses her head back and lets her orgasm rip through her. I follow, holding her around her back and cupping her neck as I fuck her harder and harder onto my cock, shooting my load. Overwhelmed, I lay my head on her breast as we catch our breath.
“Holy hell, that was incredible,” I whisper, kissing up her body until I reach her lips.
We get dressed again, and I escort her out of the bedroom. “Head on up and pack a small bag. We’ll get everything there.” We’d already booked a trip to Fiji, so I just rescheduled it.
She bounces up the stairs, reaches the top landing, and calls out, “Oh, I forgot to tell you. I’m pregnant.” My eyes widen, and I take the steps two at a time as she runs off into our bedroom, giggling. Damn, we’re going to miss our flight.
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“I can’t believe we’re here,” she says, twirling around our villa. I’ve never spent time at the beach, but I enjoy it. Still, my focus is on the spinning angel in her all-white sundress that lifts with the air. She’s radiant and happy to be here with me. After all that she’s been through and for her to shine so bright makes me one pleased husband. Her long blonde hair flows down her back, shining in the sunlight. I wonder if our girls will have that color. I’m already picturing several daughters and a bunch of boys just like me. I want them to take care of the women in our family like they should.