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)
She shrugs minutely, barely paying attention because I’ve curled my finger up to touch her most sensitive spot. In order to prepare her a little better, I quickly bring her to orgasm one more time. She’s still recovering when I help her sit up and put her hands through her legs, wrapping them in the silk around her calves. She’s basically bent in half, her pussy on display with her legs high in the air, and her back straight, thrusting her chest between them.
Bending my knees slightly, I line up my cock and take hold of her thighs. Then I yank her forward, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. Her hard, little nipples scrape against my chest, and my balls slap against her ass. “FUCK!” I shout. In this position, I’m deeper than I thought was even possible. I inhale and try to push back my orgasm.
“You’re so deep,” she moans, and her inner muscles grip me so hard that I have to struggle to push her away from me. Once I’m almost out to the tip, I use the leverage of the swing to bring her back with more force than ever before. I slam inside her, and my cock bumps hard against her cervix, causing her pussy to spasm. I repeat the action over and over, swinging her back and forth and impaling her with incredible force each time.
“Yes! Yes, Remington,” Ainsley cries out with each thrust.
My senses are overloaded with sensation, and I give in to the animalistic cravings inside me. My movements become wild, fucking her like a beast high on his mating instinct. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant and slap her pussy the next time she swings backwards.
Ainsley begins to shake, but she grips the fabric harder and tilts her hips up for me. “Yes. You’re doing so good, baby,” I grit through a clenched jaw. “Come, Ainsley. I can’t hold back any longer, come so I can fill your womb with my seed.”
I slam her onto my cock one more time, and she screams my name as she shatters. Her hands grip the silk so hard her knuckles are bleached white. Her pussy seizes, and she holds me in as though begging me to give her my cum.
My orgasm hits so hard I feel like I’ve run into a brick wall. It literally makes me stumble on my feet, but I hold on to Ainsley’s thighs and manage to stay upright. Her pussy is sucking me almost as hard as her mouth does. Hot cum spills from my cock, splashing the walls of her unprotected womb. “That’s right,” I bark. “Take what I give you, Ainsley. Oh, fuck yeah. Take it all.”
It seems as though my orgasm is endless, but eventually, I’m drained of spunk. I’ve filled her so full, it’s leaking out around my cock. My chest puffs out a little, proud of the fact that she couldn’t be stuffed any fuller with my cum.
Ainsley finally lets go of her death grip and leans back so she can untangle her feet. Then she slips them around my waist, keeping us joined. I pet her belly a few times and smirk at her. “That’s my boy in there.”
She rolls her eyes and sits up, only to collapse against my chest. I grip her ass and lift her so she can wrap herself around me like a little monkey. I begin to walk towards the door that leads to the house. “I had planned to do a run with the circus before getting pregnant again,” she mutters with her head buried in the crook of my neck.
I laugh and enter the house, then head straight for the stairs to the master suite. “You can keep telling yourself that, baby, but you and I both know your body was begging for it.”
She giggles, but it turns into a moan when I start up the steps. The action of climbing the stairs is causing my rapidly hardening cock to rock back and forth.
By the time I reach our bedroom, we’re both worked up again. When we finally collapse in a heap of exhaustion later that night, she’s begged for my baby batter three more times.
Epilogue
Ainsley
Five years later…
“Helen! You get down from there right now!” I run towards the tree house in our backyard where my daughter is perched on a single, thin branch. She giggles and waves at me. The movement shakes the branch, and she puts her hands out to steady herself.
My heart skips a beat, and I only manage to exhale when she finds her balance. I swear this girl is going to put me in an early grave. She’s absolutely fearless. My mom says it’s my payback for taking so many years off her life when I was a kid.
After she scared the crap out of Rem a handful of times, he demanded we put her in gymnastics and tumbling. He grumbled that if she was going to be a little daredevil, like her mommy, then she should at least learn how to do it safely. However, tightrope walking is not part of the curriculum. And, of course, finding precarious spots to balance on seems to be her favorite pastime.