Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Because I’m pregnant.”
Her words are like flipping a switch on me. It’s like suddenly, the whole world gets brighter. It’s like the air gets sweeter, and the scent of her red sauce simmering in the kitchen gets even better, and like her damn skin gets even warmer and softer.
She’s pregnant.
She’s pregnant.
And very quickly, I’m suddenly harder than I’ve ever been before.
Tempest squeals as I suddenly flip us over, pinning her to the couch and kissing her with every fiber of my being. I kiss her deeply, passionately, covering her body with mine and pulling my arms tight around her.
“You’re going to be a father,” she whispers, rocking her hips gently. Her legs slip around my waist, hugging me tight to her and pulling me deep inside. I groan, the blood roaring through me as I slowly pull out, only to plunge my cock deep inside of her. Tempest cries out, her fingers scratching down my back as my thick cock fills her to the brim.
And then I start to fuck the woman I love more than anything in this world. The woman I’m going to marry soon.
The woman that’s going to be the mother of my children.
Plural.
I imagine this gorgeous, vivacious, sexy woman filled with my seed. I picture her swollen with our child, her belly getting rounder, her breasts fuller, and the flush of it all making her skin glow. I groan, plunging my cock deep inside of her as I pull back and lock eyes with her.
“I love you, so fucking much,” I groan.
“I love you too,” she gasps, turning her head to suck my thumb between her lips. I growl, picking up my pace and driving my cock into her tight, slick pussy over and over again, until I know there’s no going back. I pull my thumb away and crush my lips to her, swallowing her moans and her cries as the two of us move faster and faster until suddenly, it’s like a bomb going off.
Tempest comes first, and the feel of her impossibly tight, slick, perfect pussy clenching around me and milking me for all I’m worth sends me right over the edge after her. She pulls away from my lips, moaning as she feels my hot cum pump into her, jet after jet filling her to the brim until I can feel it leaking out from where we join and coating her thighs. I keep moving, the thought of her being pregnant too much to resist, and before she can catch her breath, I’m right into round two.
I think about how fucking lucky I am for all of it — for besting the battles of my past and somehow surviving when I shouldn’t have. I think about finding her, and knowing that even if I knew it was wrong, that she was it for me.
I think about the fact that I’m going to have a child with the woman I love most in this world, and that alone is all I need.
When we both come again, it’s her on top, riding me up and down and cooing into my ears as the orgasm blasts through her. I’m right behind again, filling her with more of my seed until I’m completely spent.
…And knowing that it’s really just redundant at this point.
Later, we finally eat our pasta with her bolognese sauce, naked, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor and laughing. We stay up late, talking excitedly about what’s going to happen, and if we think it’ll be a boy or a girl, and names, and who we’ll tell and when.
It’s insanely late when we finally drag ourselves to bed, and when she curls up next to me and falls asleep, her breath against my chest, I think again about luck, and the big slice of it I’ve got.
Because somehow, I’ve found my perfect storm. And I am never letting her blow away.