Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Don’t care what we have as long as you and our baby are healthy. That’s all the matters to me, babe.” I nuzzle her neck, feeling her tighten on my cock. I know what she needs. Two fingers enter her cunt, the palm of my hand hits her clit, and my wife falls apart. I keep my pace, chasing my own orgasm, and at the last second, I find her lips. Her moans are getting louder, and the only way I’m able to keep her from screaming is by kissing my wife.
“Fuck,” I mutter once I know she’s coming down from her climax. She took me right along with her. My balls are completely drained dry, and hell, my own energy is depleted.
“Again?” This woman, she’s going to be the Energizer bunny with this pregnancy. I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up with her.
“Drena, babe, love you like hell, but give a man a few minutes, will ya?” I tease her as I slowly pull out of her body. We’re both a mess and will need to take a quick shower, and from the sounds coming down the hallway, it won’t be together.
“Mama, Daddy,” Izzy calls. Thank fuck I put a condom on. It’s going to make for a quick clean-up, and while I like to take my wife’s ass bare, there’ve been too many times in the past she wants me in her cunt, too.
“Be right there, honey,” Drena replies. It must appease Izzy and her curiosity, because I no longer hear her little fists on the door.
“I’ll go hang with her while you shower, then we’ll swap,” I offer. There’s no way we both can stay in here too much longer with Izzy out there by herself.
“I pwayyyy pano,” Isabella announces.
“Hold on,” Drena says. “One,”—she pauses—“two,”—another pause—“three,” and we hear Izzy play the piano, or attempt to. She can’t reach the pedals, and as much as Drena tries to teach her where to place her fingers, it’s a lost cause, for now.
“Music to my fucking ears,” I say. Drena’s face turns soft. She’s happy, I’m happy, Izzy’s happy, and I’ll do every damn thing in my power to keep it that way.
“I love you,” my wife tells me, spinning around so we’re face to face.
“I love you, too. You hungry?” Her eyes darken. “Not for my cock, babe, for food.” She laughs, one of the most beautiful sounds in my world. And while I may have a laundry list of the things I love, I’ve got a hell of a longer list of things to be grateful for.
“Yeah, big guy. I’m hungry.” I don’t stick around. My hand grabs my board shorts I had on earlier, the other sliding the condom off my cock and making quick work of discarding it. I step into my shorts, wash my hands, drop a kiss on Drena’s lips, and head out to our very own musical concert.
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