Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Mm hm.” She stretched and the blankets slid down, revealing her tits.
Fuck.
She looked at me and smiled, seeing where my eyes were. She circled a nipple with her index finger and I watched it pucker up tight. My cock rose to attention.
“Baby, you’re lucky you’re carrying my baby or I’d throw you over my knee for being such a sassy little vixen when I’ve got to go.”
“You can still throw me over your knee. Gently. The throwing part. Spank my butt as hard as you want. Just as long as I get your you-know-what for a couple minutes.”
“I’m not spanking you,” I told her.
“Even if I’m very, verrrry naughty?” She pedaled her feet until she’d kicked the blankets way down and then she spread her legs and trailed her fingers down until she got her middle and ring fingers of her right hand down there and they disappeared between her folds.
I felt a rumble come up. She’d started out bashful about touching herself in front of me. Not since I married her and especially not since I knocked her up, though. I glanced at the time on the phone. Her left hand went to her tit and she squeezed it. The diamonds in her wedding rings sparkled.
Fuck it. If anyone could get me there on time it’d be Nino. I tossed the phone onto the nightstand.
“Knees. Now,” I demanded as I undid my belt and then my suit pants. She smirked triumphantly as she turned over and rose, presenting me with her cute little ass. I grabbed her thigh in one hand, and her throat in the other, and then got her earlobe in my mouth as I slammed inside, to the root, feeling no resistance whatsoever. She was like hot silk.
Fuck.
She groaned and tightened her pussy around me.
I let go of her thigh and started working her clit, driving in fast and hard.
She whimpered and started circling her hips, rearing back against me.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” I told her. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Tommy. You. Ah!”
“Yeah, you naughty girl. And since I’m late, if you don’t hurry up and come, I’m doin’ it without you. I need to go. Come quick for me, baby girl.” I gave her a playful little slap.
“It’s okay, if you don’t, I’ll finish myself off after you g-go,” she panted.
I just about came right then.
“I don’t fuckin’ think so. I get you off. Every time. Don’t I?”
“Yeah,” she said, “Every time.”
“So, come for me, babe; fuckin’ hurry. And when I get home, I’m watching you make yourself come five times in a row.” I gave her pussy a little slap and then tweaked her clit harder.
“Ah!” She was starting to circle faster.
My phone made a sound and that briefly brought my mind back to the trip and the surrounding bullshit and before I started to lose my hard-on, I looked down at her sweet ass, at her back, bowed in front of me, and let go of her throat so I could grab her tit. Sensation built, starting at my spine.
She made a weird sound.
I slowed.
Her body heaved forward a little and then she gagged.
“Tia?”
“Unf.” She scrambled away from me and ran for the bathroom, her hand over her mouth.
And then I heard her puking.
I was on my knees on the bed, my dick hanging out and my wife was naked, hurling into the toilet, the door wide open. I could see her small feet with pink toenails and her bare ass from where I was.
I shook my head, got to my feet, and put the beast away. With the sound of her puking, the beast didn’t really mind.
I wandered into the walk-in closet and zipped up my suitcase and carried it out to put it by the door. I heard her flush the toilet, so I went into the bathroom and she was sprawled and half laying on the toilet seat. She looked grey.
“You done puking?” I asked.
She nodded. “I think so.”
I got to the sink and wet a washcloth and crouched down and wiped her forehead and cheeks and then she took it from me and put it over her mouth. She gave me big apologetic eyes.
I scooped her up into my arms and carried her back to the bed.
“I’ll go get you some water. Crackers?”
She nodded.
I kissed her forehead and went down and got a glass of ice water and a sleeve of crackers and brought them up. Her eyes were closed.
“Tia?”
Her eyes opened.
“Here, baby. You want me to take a later flight?”
She sat up and I fed her some water. I fetched one of my plaid shirts from the closet and helped her into it as she replied.
“No. I’ll just sleep a bit. It was like this yesterday. The crackers helped. I’ll be okay.”
I let out a huff, not feeling great about the idea of leaving her.