Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Shit, Shit. I’m so close.” She flexes her core and gives me a loud scream as she comes. “I’m coming.”
I growl, reaching underneath me to adjust my cock that’s painfully hard again. Licking up her sticky mess, I pump two fingers into her pussy, making sure my sexy wife is still ready to get fucked. “More,” she whimpers. I rise up, sucking my fingers clean before lining up with her entrance and drilling her to the sheets. It’s not long when I feel her body tighten and her walls gripping my shaft. I let go and we come together.
“You’re so fucking hot, Jules. I can never get enough,” I pant, stealing kisses from her pouty lips. “And I never will.”
Blade
Twenty Years Later
“Where is Lucia going?” I snarl, overhearing Jules on the phone with Penny.
“Excuse me, Pen. I’ve got to talk to Anthony. Yep.” She rolls her eyes and then walks over to me and presses her hand on my chest. Damn, I nearly drop all thoughts of my daughter.
“She has a date tonight, as you well know.” Fuck if I know shit about a date with some boy.
“What? When were you going to tell me?”
“I can’t take credit for you blocking it from your memory, you old man.” I close my eyes and think back to the date. Shit. It’s definitely the day of the date. I don’t like this shit.
“I’m not ready for this.”
“She’s your baby, that’s why. Besides, I’m sure your sons will be following her and her date.”
“Who is the little fuck?”
“A kid from her class. His name is Richard.”
“Lucia, come down here.”
“One minute, Daddy.” She steps out of her bedroom, and I see my angel at the top of the steps looking too damn much like her beautiful mother. I want to crush someone’s skull. She’s my youngest child and only daughter.
“Daddy, you wanted to see me?”
"What are you wearing?"
"It's a dress."
"It's beautiful, princess. Too pretty."
"Daddy, I'm sixteen now. You promised."
"I'm rethinking this. You're too young for boys."
"Just give me one," she says. I pull my switchblade out of my pocket. She takes it and slides it between her cleavage. I didn't need to see that, but at least she's protected. "Relax. It's not like I can slip it into my pockets, and I'm not wearing boots. He makes a wrong move, and I'll cut something off. Finger or anything else." She shrugs her shoulders and then kisses my cheek.
"Come on, boys. I know you're going to follow. You might as well just come down."
"Okay, we're coming."
My middle boys come down the stairs with frowns. "Keep your distance, but don't lose them."
“We got this.”
My five kids make me happy as hell. Over twenty-three years with my beloved Jules, and I need another seventy more. She stares at me with pursed lips, arms crossed. Shaking her head, she scolds me, “You know they’re just like you.”
“Yes, but you love me, don’t you?”
“You’re lucky I do. I know they’re not going to fall in love, but we can’t shelter her.”
“I know, so that’s why they’ll give her a little space.”
“Fine. Speaking of space…”
“You’re not going to find any tonight, good wife. I need to get this pent-up stress out of me.”
“If you can catch me.” I take off after her, shaking my head because she’s never been able to outrun me. I have her by the time she reaches our bedroom.
“I’ve caught you, Jules.”
“Uh oh,” she gasps, grinding her ass into my cock.
“You’re really going to pay.”
“I’m ready, Anthony. Let me have it.”
“Forever, my precious Jules.”
I kick the door closed and take my wife all night long.
THE END