Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
I straddled her just below her pretty little ass and grinned at the sound of her gasp when my hard cock rested between her cheeks. She tensed, and I trailed my fingertips from her neck down her back, making her shiver. “Relax, beautiful. I’m just giving you a massage.”
I poured some of the lotion into my hands and set the bottle on the table. Then I methodically worked my way down her body from her neck to the tips of her toes. Keaton moaned in pleasure, and my cock kept growing longer and thicker. I tried my best to ignore it and focused on pampering my wife. When I was done with her feet, I gently flipped her over and started working my way back up. I paused at her pink, glistening pussy and licked up the moisture. Keaton cried out, and her knees dropped all the way to the mattress, opening herself up fully to me.
“Mmmm,” I moaned in pleasure at her taste. As I started to move away, she whimpered in protest. I kissed her mound and continued up. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll give you what you need.”
My hands journeyed over her stomach, up her rib cage to cup her perky little tits. They just filled my hand, so round and plump, her hard nipples poking my palms. I massaged her there as well, adding little nips and sucks here and there. She was beginning to writhe beneath me, and it was shredding my self-control.
I wanted to shove my dick into her tight pussy and pound away until we both blew apart in ecstasy. But that wasn’t what tonight was about. It was about showing her just how much I loved her. Worshipping her body that carried our little one.
My touches and caresses were almost reverent as I slowly drank from her lips. Our pace was unhurried, our movements soft and loving. When our bodies joined, our souls blended into one and we couldn’t tell where one of us ended and the other began. When we reached our peak, we tumbled together into oblivion.
Afterward, I held her close, soaking in the feel of her pressed against me and promising myself she would always be mine.
Still, a nagging thought tainted my happiness. I needed to come clean about why I’d really married her in the first place but decided it could wait until the next day. Keaton’s soft, even breaths told me she’d fallen asleep. The tranquil expression on her face was what I’d been aiming for, and I didn’t want to disturb her rest. She needed it, especially now that she was pregnant.
And I didn’t know what her reaction would be. Which pushed me to put it off a little longer.
…
“My dad called,” Keaton announced as she sauntered into my office. I scooted my chair back and held out my hand, making a “come here” motion with my fingers. She closed the gap between us and sighed as she sat in my lap and laid her head on my chest.
I ran my fingers through her soft, wild curls and kissed her temple. “What did he want?”
She pulled her head back and looked up at me, her nose adorably scrunched and her brown eyes clearly annoyed. “There’s a fancy charity dinner thing coming up that will be filled with donors, and he wants us to attend. Play up the whole ‘big, happy family’ thing.” She rolled her eyes and put her head back down.
Anger festered inside me as I contemplated how to respond. I didn’t want it to spill out near Keaton—she didn’t need to worry about my relationship with her father. “I told him I wasn’t going to allow you near the campaign,” I answered coolly, though my jaw was clenched with the effort.
She sat up straighter and rotated her torso so that we were face-to-face. “Apparently, you only said something about the campaign office and stumping?” It was a statement, but she ended it like a question as she watched me curiously.
“Fucking semantics,” I ranted. “I’ll call him and tell him no.”
Keaton put a calming hand over my heart. “Actually, I was thinking it might be a good idea to go.”
My brows shot up in disbelief. “What?”
“Hear me out,” she requested as she patted my chest. “Let’s use this to our advantage. We’ll agree to go to this one event, but then we are done. We can tell him that we are staying married and having a baby in a place where he’ll be forced to stay calm to keep up appearances.”
I laughed and rubbed our noses together. “Sneaky.”
She shrugged and grinned.
“All right, beautiful,” I gave in.
It was a good opportunity to segue into the conversation about my job, but she smiled impishly as she wiggled her butt on my rapidly hardening dick. My brain emptied as the blood rushed down, leaving only one thought. My wife riding me in my chair, her sexy tits bouncing in my face, and watching her come.