Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“Don’t say shit like that to me, Hannah. I am barely holding on.” If a man can’t be honest with his wife, who can he be truthful with?
“It’s okay. I’m there. I’m there. Make me pregnant Jude. I want your child in my belly,” she cries this in my ear, her sultry innocent voice telling me she wants me to breed her. I pull back and look in her eyes and I see the truth.
“You want my son, baby girl. You want to feed him from your milky tits and make him strong while feeding his daddy from the sidelines?”
“Oh God yes! Jude, harder.” Her vortex sucks me in further, holding on to me, not giving me room to pull out. So, I grip her legs and widen them, using the moment to grind against her clit. She whines into my neck and digs her nails in my skin.
“That’s right baby. Mark me. Show everyone I belong to the horniest little Amish girl in the country. Show them how your husband made you a dick hungry vixen who rides me when I am asleep.” She cries louder and throws her head back. I try to hold on, take more time because nothing feels as good as being inside of her warmth, but when she falls on to my shoulder and bites into it, that’s it. It is lights out. “Shit! Suck it up with your greedy cunt, baby girl. Take it and hold it in your womb. Let it implant right where we want it.”
“Jude. Jude. It’s so good. Feels so good inside of me. I want to be a mama, Jude. I want to,” she says, begging and drifting off. Careful not to pull out, I walk up the pool steps and don't bother with robes or coverups. The balcony from our bedroom leads right here.
I hold my entire life in my hands, still inside of her, walking us to our place of peace. She moans with each step, able to feel the movement in her pussy. Once inside the bedroom, I lay down, situating her on top of me, still not ready to not be wrapped inside of her heat. So, I rub her back and drift off with her.
Four Hours Later…
“Do I look okay?” This is the fourth time she has asked me that. So instead of answering her this time, I pull her into my arms and kiss her lips and neck.
“You smell so good.” I moan.
“I am not wearing anything fragrant,” she says matter-of-factly.
“I know. You smell like mine,” I respond. After we awakened, we showered together. Once we were out and dried off, I made her lay on the bed, naked and jacked my cock up and down until I sprayed her skin and put the rest of it inside of her. I ordered her not to clean me off her and like my sweet little dirty baby girl, she listened.
“Jude. Stop it.” She says, blushing profusely. Her skin is still sun kissed and the glow has not left. I just wish she would quit frowning. She has been in the kitchen multiple times checking on the food and dessert and even checked on the guest suite. She called Sadie and had her bring over a bunch of flower bouquets and strategically place them around the house.
Before I can tell her to calm down I hear the crunch of tires on the gravel, and I know they have arrived. “Baby, please relax. Everything looks great and you look beautiful.” She really does. She is in a long flowing dress with capped sleeves and bare feet. She looks like a fairy right now.
I hold her hand while waiting for the doorbell to ring. She takes a deep breath beside me and walks with me to the door. Opening it, my mother bursts through the door bypassing me going straight to my bride. “You must be…” She stops and it dawns on me I didn’t tell her my wife’s name.
“Hannah. My name is Hannah. It is nice to meet you, Mrs. Blackstone.” She offers my mom her hand who promptly pulls her into her arms. I swear she is going to squish her to death, but I know better than to get in the way. My wife’s face changes from terrified to shocked to relieved. She hugs her back and my mother lets go.
“Where on earth did you find this angel, son?” Hannah’s gaze hits me in the chest when I realize she wouldn’t know my parents are aware of the ad. I can see the panic as she pleads with me silently to come up with something.
“Lloyd brought the Mail Order Brides ad back,” I tell them simply, taking the bags from my father.
“Ah. I see. I was wondering if anyone was going to reconstitute it.” Hannah looks confused between us.