Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
She nods, her honey-colored hair hanging around her face as I line up my dick with her wet entrance and slam forward without ceremony.
I reach up and cover her mouth with my hand as she screams, the sound of her immediate orgasm ripping through me, and I take no mercy on her tight pussy.
“Naughty girl, not asking…”
Her walls already pulse and clamp down, making it harder to drive in and out, but it only makes me want to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.
“You want my cum?” I bark, dropping my hand from her mouth and going at her harder, knowing in her way she loves the punishment fucks, the brutality, the games we share.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good, because you’re getting it. If you weren’t pregnant already, I’d be rooting inside you today.”
She’s quivering, her once rail-thin form has gained some curves over the years and I love it all. She’s about three months along with our fourth, and she’s barely showing, but I can’t wait until she gets that round belly. It drives me fucking nuts.
I love our life. I love everything about us and can’t wait to see what the future brings.
“Please, Daddy, I want to come.”
Another rule, ask before you come. She doesn’t always get that one right either, but part of the fun is her breaking the rules.
“Give it to me, baby. Show me how you like a good Daddy fuck…” I feel her start to go off, her walls contracting as my balls seize up, delivering the first hot shot of seed into her cervix. I roar, filling her to overflowing, but continue pumping into her, imagining I’m driving every seed up into her womb.
We convulse and curse and call out. Panting and sweaty, as a knock on the door breaks us from the moment.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, baby?” She answers breathless. It’s Jameson and thank fuck we’ve taught our kids to always knock first.
“Melanie’s crying.”
I slip out of my wife, pushing her down onto her knees. “Clean me up,” I order in a low voice, then turn my head toward the door. “We’ll be right there, buddy. Go sit with her for a minute, mommy’s just finishing up something in here.”
“Sure,” Jameson answers with irritation. “Just don’t take too long, sometimes you guys take a long time in there.”
Kezia’s mouth wraps around my cock, licking and sucking with her wide eyes looking up.
“I love you, little one.”
She pops my still swollen head from her lips to reply. “I love you too, Daddy.”
“Now finish up, do a good job or you might just get corner time again.”
She crinkles her nose. “Promise?”
I nod. “Promise.”