Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“I have to cum, I need to cum, please let me cum.” She babbled and rode my cock like a bronco and still I wouldn’t let her cum, easing off every time she got close.
I bit her nipples and then sucked the pain away all the while working her on and off my cock. I waited until cum was boiling in my balls before I allowed her to find release.
Biting into her neck I growled “Cum for me.” And she went off.
***
It was good to get back home, it was even better that all her obligations were now full until the next year at least. It didn’t matter though I wasn’t about to put off my plans any longer.
I had another little surprise waiting for her in the playroom. I was biding my time for the right moment. It had to be perfect. I was charting her since I was now on top of her cycle and knew just when she would be dropping that egg that I planned to inseminate.
“What’s that?” I had brought her into the playroom the third day after we returned to the states. She walked in and headed right for the new addition that was covered in drop cloths.
I removed the cloth to reveal the new bench. “It’s a breeding bench. This is where I’m going to fuck my kid into you.” She shuddered and got into position without question so I could strap her in.
Needless to say, we had a very intense session where I fucked her into the wee hours of the morning until we were both too tired to do anything more than drag our tired asses over to the bed.
I had enough energy left to carry her there but that was about it. The idea of me breeding her had made my little farm girl hot and she took my cock in all the ways I gave it to her. Strapped down with her ass and pussy in the air while I fucked her harder than I ever had before.
Epilogue
“Take off your top.” We were sitting on the couch watching TV. She was wearing a tank over a short skirt with no bra because she said the bra hurt her over sensitive breasts.
She blushed as she removed the top exposing her chest to me. It was going on six weeks since I’d had her and though there was no way I would touch her while she was in pain not to mention she needed time to heal, I missed her. But she’d got the all clear today and I was ready to fuck.
We’d been married two months after we returned from Europe. Just a simple affair on her family’s farm because that’s what she wanted, though I don’t think the folks of the little town were too grateful to her for bringing the press into their backyard.
Neither of us took into consideration that we were now considered one of the city’s premier couples, but Josh the fuck did and played it up to the hilt.
All her new friends from the magazine and the models she’d worked with were there, so in the end our intimate little union became an all out affair for over three hundred.
Her folks were troopers though and with an organizer and planner and everything else I could throw money at to get shit done, things went off without a hitch.
She spent her wedding night bent over a bale of hay with me pounding into her already pregnant pussy from behind.
It was an experience I enjoyed so much we repeated it twice more before we left for the island. I was even looking into buying some land not far from her parents and getting my own barn, but that’s something I’d have to think about.
Marion had been basically run out of town and though we never did find out who had sabotaged the lighting structure that almost killed Kitten I was pretty confident that she was behind it.
I wasn’t fool enough to underestimate her a second time, so I had eyes on her for the time being. Now I had Kitten and Josh to protect from her wrath, though that hard headed fuck bitched that he could take care of himself.
I found out that Robyn was the one feeding him information, though she hadn’t been aware of what he was up to.
The two of them were thick as thieves these days and I wouldn’t be surprised if there were wedding bells there soon too.
Now I pushed all thoughts of everything and everyone else aside as I turned to my wife.
“Do they still hurt?” I swallowed hard, damn, her breasts, which were bountiful to begin with had to be a couple sizes bigger.
“A little.” Her breath was short and when I looked up into her eyes I could see the lust there. “I’m sorry they hurt baby.” I massaged them a little being careful not to pull too hard, not the way I wanted.