Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Mmmm,” she moans again, her big bottom still swaying a bit. “That feels really good.”
“It’s going to feel even better in a moment,” I growl, edging my dick in inch by inch. It’s a dirty sight to see my massive, veiny rod disappearing into her back hole as she strains and mewls, but this is what my wife wants. She loves backdoor fun, and although I should be ashamed to say this, I’m not: I’m the one who introduced her to the ecstasy of anal, and now I’m a little afraid that she won’t go back.
But I know my woman. Aria always loves to accommodate me, and besides, how are we going to have more children if she won’t do it the front way? Of course, it’s premature to even speak those words because Jilly and Jaime aren’t even born yet, but my eyes are on the prize. I want a football team, and we’re not even a quarter of the way there yet.
Finally, my hard rod is buried balls deep and my wife lets out another low, throaty moan. Her blonde hair drapes across her back in golden ropes, and I stroke the sensitive curve of her waist.
“You’re so beautiful,” I rasp. “Absolutely delectable.”
She moans again and tightens her back ring teasingly, making my balls rise.
“Give it to me,” she whispers. “Just like that, Roland.”
Immediately, I begin a deep slide in and out of her bowels. It’s so dirty but also incredibly taboo and delicious. My huge, pregnant wife takes it like a champ, bucking a bit each time I enter her body, and soon we’re both sliding off the edge and into oblivion.
“Fuck!” I roar. “Oh shit baby! Fuck fuck fuck!”
Aria screams too, her circle gripping me tight before her innards begin to clamp.
“Yes!” is her delighted cry. “Unnnh, yes!”
With that, we both explode as stars tumble before our eyes, our bodies going slack and then stiff with shared ecstasy. Hot jets of spunk spurt into her bottom, and she sucks it all up with heavy clenches and clamps.
“Oooooh,” is her musical wail. “Yes, just like that.”
I continue to pump, unable to stop.
“Shit baby, you always make me come so hard,” is my breathless groan. “Fuuuuuck.”
But this is the life that we love, and we share it with joyful gratitude. After all, Aria and I were never supposed to be a couple. We were a professor and his student, doing the naughty during office hours. But we found each other despite many hurdles, and now, we’re a married couple with a son and two babies on the way.
Sure, the department didn’t look kindly upon us at first. But fortunately, they didn’t realize we were a couple until after Aria graduated, and by then, it didn’t matter. There are no rules, implied or explicit, about faculty dating former students, and I don’t see why it would matter either. Sure, Aria had our first child when she was an undergrad, but now she was fair game. My woman was no longer a student at the University of Rhode Island, and I was no longer her teacher.
So the university wasn’t thrilled about our relationship, but there was nothing they could do to censor me. And after I announced our engagement, quite a few of my colleagues offered congratulations. After all, I’m a standout in our department, and have already won several literary prizes. My co-workers probably did the calculation and figured it was better to support me, rather than stand against an up and coming academic star.
But none of that means a whit compared to the love that I feel for my wife and son. Aria is everything to me, and now with three children, I feel that our family is solidly on its way. Although my woman doesn’t know it yet, I’m planning on getting her pregnant as soon as Jilly and Jaime are born. In fact, if I get my way, she’ll be more or less be constantly pregnant for the next ten to fifteen years.
“Mmm, that felt good,” Aria says while shooting me a sleepy grin. “Help me turn over now?”
I chuckle and pull out, and then help the delectable curvy girl turn over so that she’s lying on her back, the enormous mound of her tummy rising into the air like a mountain.
“Are the twins okay in there?” I ask, pressing a reverent kiss to her stomach. “We didn’t shock them with our naughtiness, did we?”
She giggles a bit.
“I think they’re fine. The only thing Jilly and Jaime know is that their Daddy loves their Mommy, and that they’re warm and safe, as always.”
I lean up to kiss her again.
“And that’s the way it should be,” is my possessive growl.