Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Another week, and we’ll be taking you back to Iowa,” he says as he rubs my flat abdomen.
“What?” I query with a high-pitched tone. He can’t be serious.
Rem lifts his head and looks at me with a steady gaze. “I told you, wherever you are, that’s where I’ll be. If you want to move back home to Iowa”—he practically shudders when he says the word—“we’ll make it work. I’ll always give you anything that’s in my power to give”—his expression darkens—“except letting you go.”
Holy cow. I didn’t think he could get any more perfect, or that I could love him any more. I wiggle down until he’s covering me from head to toe and wrap my arms around his torso. “I love that you’re willing to give me everything,” I effuse before brushing my lips over his stubbled chin. “But I was just messing with you when I mentioned Iowa.” The relief that washes over his face makes me giggle. “I’m sure I’ll be happy in LA because that’s where we’ll be a family.”
“Thank fuck,” Rem breathes. He slides against me when he drops his head to take my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. My legs automatically go around him, and he slips inside me as his hands glide over my body to palm my breasts. He kisses each tip as he starts to move inside me. “Your tits are perfect, baby, but I can’t fucking wait to see them get big and full with milk.” He licks his lips, and I feel a gush of wetness between my legs. “Always so wet for me,” he groans.
He takes me gently, almost reverently, and it brings tears to my eyes. Then he cuddles me close and whispers how much he loves me as I drift to sleep.
Epilogue
Remington
1 year later…
I groan and adjust myself, trying to find a more comfortable position. If my cock gets any harder, I won’t be able to walk. My eyes are glued to my wife as she spirals her body in and out of the long, silk fabric suspended from the ceiling.
If she wasn’t in the gym I built for her on the back of our house, I’d be pissed as fuck to see her in a tight, green, spandex tube top and matching boy shorts that show off her spectacular ass. Instead, I’m about thirty seconds away from blowing my load like a damn teenager catching his first glimpse of a naked woman.
Ainsley sees me and she grins as she rolls down the ribbon until she’s a foot from the floor, then gets to her feet. Her expression is sly as she saunters towards me, her hips swinging seductively. “Helen’s with Tyson and Colette?” she asks as her eyes roam hungrily down my body, lingering on the tent in my pants.
“Six weeks,” I croak. “Hell yes, she’s with Tyson and Colette.”
Ainsley gave birth to our little daredevil—whom she insisted be named after Helen Gibson, the first Hollywood stunt woman—six weeks ago. And while we’ve done every creative option we could come up with, I’m dying to be inside my wife again.
My gaze drifts to the area of the room where a single silk is hung in a loop, like a swing, and cum leaks from my cock as I get an idea. When Ainsley is directly in front of me, I prowl forward, forcing her to walk backwards until we reach the suspended fabric.
“Strip,” I command. She doesn’t hesitate to obey, and I come a little more when her tits spill free from her top. They are big and swollen with milk. The liquid beads on the tips, and I’m suddenly parched like a man lost in the desert. Once she’s naked and staring at me, I grab the back of my shirt and pull it off, tossing it over my shoulder. Then I shove my pants down, I’d gone commando for expediency, and kick them away.
Ainsley’s beautiful green eyes are swirling with heat, and she licks her lips when she sees my cock. It’s big and hard, the tip an angry purple, smeared with my thick, white, cum. “You look like you want to suck on my dick like a lollipop,” I tease, though it comes out in a gravelly voice. She swallows hard and nods. “Always so hungry for my cock,” I grunt. “I’ll give you what you want, but I’m going to have my tongue deep in your pussy while you suck me off.”
“Yes, please,” she pants and for a moment, I can’t look away from her tits as they bounce from her rapid breathing. But my dick doesn’t let me stay distracted for long.
I grab the hammock silk and hold it open for her. She looks at me curiously and a wicked smile curves my lips. My wife is strong and extremely flexible, and I spent a lot of time over the last six weeks imagining all the different ways I’d fuck her when the doctor gave us the all clear.