Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“I’m living in the twilight zone.” Brendan laughs and hugs me close. “I wouldn’t miss a second of it for all the money in the world.” My heart melts while my girly bits beg for his attention. The tiny puppy in my arms looks up and growls at him. “I like this protective little shit.” My husband pats Bandit’s head. “But she needs to learn who’s boss.”
“Good luck with that.” Uncle Marco smirks. “Since you did such a great job showing my niece who’s boss.”
“You’re hilarious,” my husband grumbles.
“I know who’s boss,” I pipe in. “Me.” I almost pee myself when Brendan tickles me until Uncle Marco interrupts us, making gagging noises.
“Stop acting like that in front of the young ones.” This is the first time I’ve ever seen this light and carefree side of my uncle, and it warms my heart to see the two most important men in my life getting along.
Later that night, we work at getting the two little German Shepherds to sleep in their new bed. It’s actually a baby bassinet equipped with puppy pads. “The little shits aren’t sleeping in bed with us.” Brendan attempts to put his foot down, but Smokey and Bandit end up winning.
“This isn’t right,” my husband growls as the two furballs squeeze in between us. “I want to make love to my wife, and these little shits are cutting in on my action.”
I run my hand over his chest and smile. “When the little ones fall asleep, I’ll work hard to make it up to you.”
My promise motivates my husband to throw himself into soothing the tiny puppies. As he coos and pets Smokey and Bandit, my heart melts, picturing him doing the same thing for our future children.
Once our new additions fall asleep, Brendan lays them in the doggie bassinet next to our bed and turns to me. “I seem to remember you promising to work hard on me.”
Without answering, I slide down the bed and find his rock-hard erection. I run my finger over the tip and spread the wetness around before closing my lips around it. Brendan grasps the back of my head and groans, “Your lips are fucking heaven.” He tugs me closer. “Now, stop teasing me.”
Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his balls while sucking him to the back of my throat. I mentally give myself a pat on the back when I’m able to relax my throat and draw his huge cock further down my throat than I have before. I slide my hand up and down the bottom of his shaft while I work at driving him crazy. His powerful legs shake, telling me he’s enjoying my efforts. I feel wetness run from my hungry lady bits and realize I’m about to come myself.
“I need to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock,” Brendan growls and reaches down to tug on my shoulders. I give his shaft a hard suck and then kiss my way up his body.
“I love you.” I cover his lips with mine and reach between our bodies to grasp his hard cock. As I slide down, drawing him deep into my pussy, we both moan.
Brendan wraps his big hands around my hips and drags me down to meet his upward thrusts. I see stars bursting behind my eyelids as I lean back and circle my hips. He reaches up and tugs on one of my nipples, sending electricity racing down my spine.
“That feels incredible,” I tell him as my entire body lights up from the sensations. “At least a twelve on the scale of one to ten.”
“Let’s see if we can get it up to a twenty.” My overachieving husband sets out to accomplish his goal by rubbing his thumb lightly over my clit.
“Oh, my,” I gasp when he sits up and wraps his warm lips around one of my nipples. As his teeth close over the hard bud, I nearly lose my mind. Every molecule in my body lights up, and I come screaming his name.
Brendan pounds up into me a few more times. He throws back his head and yells my name while shooting his come deep inside my core. “I love you, too,” my husband whispers against my forehead after I drop onto his chest. “Did I make it twenty?” His lips lift into a smile against my skin.
“Twenty thousand at least,” I compliment him.
Our breathing slowly evens out as our new additions start making noises on the side of the bed. “Those two are just like having human babies,” I groan.
“I can’t wait until it’s our child crying next to our bed.” Brendan laughs and walks over to grab a pair of shorts. “I’ll take Frick and Frack out to potty while you get ready for bed.”
Over the next few weeks, we get the little stinkers potty trained, but we don’t manage to convince them to sleep in their own bed. Most nights, I fall asleep with Brendan hugging me close and two rapidly growing German Shepherds snoring next to me. Life couldn’t be any better.