Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Good,” I growled. “Because I want more children after this one’s born, so I say we don’t pull out anymore. I say we go bareback with every intention of getting pregnant going forwards. What do you think?”
But Cindy merely clucked, an amused smile on her face.
“Yes, but I don’t want to get pregnant right away. I want some downtime for my body to recover so I can get back to a normal shape. Don’t you agree?”
I stare at her fleshy thighs, huge stomach, and lovely, dimpled knees.
“To be honest, no. You were beautiful before, but you’re even more beautiful now, Cindy. I adore the extra weight.”
She throws her head back and laughs merrily.
“Blake, I’ve put on seventy pounds so far, and I only just started my third trimester. I probably have another twenty pounds to go. I’m a whale!”
But I leaned forward to kiss her lips.
“But you’re a beautiful whale, sweetheart, and exactly the kind of woman who lights my fire. Keep the weight on after you give birth, honey. It looks good on you, and to be honest, I don’t care if you never lose it. Say no to Jazzercise, Tae Bo, and Peloton. Eat a lot of ice cream. In fact, if you put on more pounds with our future children, I’ll have something special for you.”
Her eyes melted and she threw me a lilting smile.
“You must be the only husband who says that,” she murmured. “You’re so sweet, Blake, and so kind.”
But I was serious.
“Think about what I’ve said, honey, because curves are good. This man love curves.”
My wife giggled again, but at the same time, I wanted to respect her wishes. As a result, after Cindy gave birth we decided to use only her back hole for sexy times. It was a little difficult at first seeing that Cindy had never experienced this type of pleasure before, but soon she was begging for it non-stop.
That’s why my wife is kneeling before me now, trembling and bucking as bit as I ease my huge rod into that tiny coffee pucker. Her pleats grip me tight and she pants, her luscious breasts smashed against the coverlet.
“Oooh, Blake,” she moans again, her eyes closed as she savors that huge snake making its way up her bottom passage. “Mmm, it feels good.”
“I know, sweetheart. You like it, don’t you? You’re Daddy’s little butt slut now.”
She merely sighs again, her huge heart-shaped rear-end quivering a bit as my rod breaches her tiny channel.
“You’re so tight,” I rasp. “So wonderful. I love you so much, Mrs. Reynolds.”
With that, I begin to move within her. It’s a filthy sight to see because my tool is enormous and she’s very small. Yet as she relaxes, it slides in and out of her easily, as if this woman was built for a man’s deep drill.
“Mmm,” she moans again, beginning to pant. “Oh yes, oh yes. Oh FUCK! Unnnh!”
With that, Cindy explodes on my hard rod, her interior muscles pulsing as she squeezes me spasmodically. Unable to withstand her bottom’s insistent grip, I blast into the beyond as well, painting her backside with my virile batter.
“Unnnh!” is my growly roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Cindy moans again, her bottom milking me furiously while coaxing every last drop of seed from my balls.
“Yes, give it to me,” she whines, taking it all into her ivory peach. “This is where it belongs.”
Finally, our climaxes recede a bit, and I pull out of her. We both roll to our backs, and Cindy reaches over to grasp my hand. My heart’s beating a million miles a minute still, but I smile when she turns to face me.
“Did you like that?” she asks coyly.
“Hell yes. I’m never pulling out of you again,” is my fierce growl. “You’re too sweet and precious for that kind of bullshit.”
She giggles, arranging her curvy body so she’s cuddled against my side.
“I know you’ll take care of me no matter what happens, the way you always do, Blake. You’re so good to me,” she coos while running a lazy finger over my broad chest.
“I love you,” I growl while pulling her close once more. “You are the light to my dark, sweetheart. I’d be wandering around like a broken man without you. I’m so grateful that you’ve put your acting career on hold in order to have my children.”
She smiles lazily at me.
“It’s no problem, Blake. I love being pregnant and I adore being a mother too. But while we’re on the subject, how did you know I was in danger that fateful afternoon? How did you know that that man was assaulting me?”
She says “that man” as if she’s just tasted something vile, and I don’t blame her. We don’t speak George Fellows’ name in our house because he’s an absolute dipshit. After he found out that Cindy and I were dating, he sent me a long, blubbering email of apology. It went on and on and on, but I merely skimmed the first paragraph and then deleted it. This guy was toast. He was never going to work in the New York theater scene again. Last I heard, he moved to Utah and became a Mormon while also changing his name. That’s how desperate he was to leave his reputation behind.