Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I looked at her warily. “What?”
“You weren’t going to tell me?” her voice quivered with unshed tears.
I looked at her warily.
Channing cried at the drop of a hat lately.
She cried when she dropped an onion. She cried when she gained a pound. She cried when I brought the baby a shirt.
If it was a day that ended in y, she cried about it.
“Tell you what?” I asked.
Had she found my presents?
“That you were moving out of your place,” she blubbered.
“Fuck,” I sighed and pulled her into my chest. “I wasn’t moving into my new place without you, silly girl.”
I heard her mouth slurp, and looked down at her just as she slipped another spoonful of Lucky Charms into her mouth before chewing loudly.
I rolled my eyes. The woman was a nut, what could I say? Apparently, I went for the crazy chicks.
“I have something for you,” I said carefully.
She leaned back, taking another bite of cereal before asking, “What?”
“Come,” I instructed as I took her hand and led her into the bedroom where my discarded pants and the box were.
She sat heavily on the bed, waiting in anticipation.
I picked the box up first, placing it on her lap before backing away slightly.
I watched as she opened it, tearing the pieces of tape carefully before unwrapping the present exactly the way it was wrapped. “Tear into it.”
She shook her head and finished opening the box, folding each individual piece of tissue paper before she got to the final piece.
Yanking it away, the anticipation of the act killing me, she stared in shock at the leather vest.
“I know it probably doesn’t fit right now,” I started. “But I want you to wear my patch. I want you to be mine.”
She looked up, tears swimming in her eyes. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Going two for two, I bent down and retrieved the little silver box from my pocket, and then dropped down to one knee.
“What are you doing?” She asked breathlessly.
I lifted her shoes up off the floor and showed her. “Helping you put on your shoes.”
Her face fell, and I knew I had her.
“After that, I’m going to give you this ring, and you’re going to put it on,” I said as I slipped first one shoe, and then the other onto her feet. “We’ll get married after the baby gets here, okay?”
She was giggling at that point.
“You had me at, ‘helping you put on your shoes,’” she said just before she launched herself from the bed, into my arms.
I caught her carefully, sinking to the ground until she was straddling my thighs, her big belly pressed up against my taught one.
“I love you more than tuna fish,” she said just before ripping the scrub top over her head, and then reaching for the vest that was on the bed behind her.
She slipped it on over her shoulders, and then tried in vain to button the thing.
She looked fucking sexy.
My name was on the back of her, and her tits were hanging out the front like ripe, juicy peaches. “God, you look sexy. I wish I could memorialize you like this forever.”
She smiled saucily at me. “I think that can be arranged.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked as I ran my bearded jaw along the side of her exposed neck.
She shivered and pressed in even closer. “I have to be at work in twenty minutes.”
Then she kissed me.
Her mouth was a hot, wet trap that sucked me in and wouldn’t let me go.
Her tongue played with mine. Teasing, licking, sucking.
Her teeth caught my bottom lip and nipped it gently.
I wasn’t a talker during sex; I was more of a doer.
In that moment, though, I wanted nothing more than to let her know just exactly how beautiful she was to me right then.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said as I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs, coming to a stop at the underside of her breasts.
“I have stretch marks,” she grimaced.
She did, that was no lie.
However, they didn’t detract from the beauty of her body.
I’d never been more turned on than when I finally started see a definite difference in her body.
“We’ve had the best sex of our lives, the last couple of months. I’m not even thinking about your big belly, or your ass when I’m fucking you,” I explained.
Her eyes narrowed. “I never said anything about my ass being big.”
“Your ass is perfect. I love grabbing handfuls of it when I fuck you from behind.”
Putting my hands underneath her arms, I pushed her to her feet, yanked her pants down to her ankles, and then ripped them roughly from her legs.
She fell backwards onto the bed, exactly where I wanted her.
One shoe came off in the process, and I threw that aside too.
All I was left with were her panties, but they proved to be no barrier at all as I slipped them to the side, lined my cock up with her entrance, and thrust forward.
Her wet folds parted for me effortlessly. The lips of her sex freshly lubricated with her excitement.
The property patch was still on her naked torso. She saw me looking, and released the front clasp of her bra, letting her bountiful breasts slip free of their confinement.
With each thrust forward, her tits would shake, knocking forward and backwards so roughly that she had to hold onto them.
I leaned forward, curling over her belly, searching for her nipple.
She fed me her breast, offering it up like a feast for a starving man.
Which I was.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
The curves covering her body rounded her out nicely, giving me something soft to hold onto as I took her any way I wanted her.
My balls slapped against the seam of her panties, knocking against her ass hard enough to send tiny sparks of electricity up my spine.
My mouth popped free from one taught nipple only to go to the other one with a single minded determination.
Making her come.
Her nipples were very sensitive, and there were times where she could come just by nipple stimulation alone.