Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“No baby you did it.” They bring her over and put her in Ripley’s chest for a few minutes. I can’t take my eyes off her. She has a head full of dark hair much like mine. “Angel, she's beautiful.” I say crying, touching her little puffy cheeks.
The nurses take her from us and clean her up. I watch while they weigh her and put on her little hospital onesie before giving her back. “Congratulations. She weighs nine pounds and ten ounces.” No wonder Ripley was so miserable. She is a big girl.
I sit in the room with my wife and baby for about an hour before I go into the waiting room to let my family know they can come in. “She is here and beautiful.” My parents hug and cheer before walking back with me. “Mom and dad, Siddah, we would like for you to meet Arabella Monet Monroe.”
“Oh my word she is gorgeous.” My mom says. Ripley is holding the baby but offers her to my mother. Handing my father the stuff they brought, she takes the baby from Ripley and cries as she kisses her new granddaughter.
I sit on the side of Ripley’s bed, my arm wrapped around her back. She leans against me, exhausted and happy. “Thank you, angel, for loving me even when you didn’t want to. Thank you for our princess. She is perfect.” I kiss her sweaty forehead.
“Thank you, babe for not giving up even when you had every reason to. I love you and our baby is the luckiest little girl in the world.” She is right of course but the truth is, I am the luckiest man alive. At a young age I found my soulmate and went after my life like it was being ripped from me and that is something I will never regret for as long as I live. Both of my girls will be the center of life. Forever.
Epilogue
Jocobi
Five Years Later
“Ah shit, greedy girl. That’s right. Move that ass back and ride this prick. God, you feel so good, Angel.” Smack. I hit her plump ass and pull her ponytail harder, forcing her to move faster. There is nothing more erotic than fucking my wife from behind, looking at the dip in her back that developed from five pregnancies and my name tatted over it.
“Cobi, please.” She hiccups letting me know she is nearing the edge. I have been edging her for hours, fucking her pussy and her ass, bringing her to the brink and not letting her come. This is her punishment for wearing a short fucking dress to pick up Arabella from kindergarten knowing I wouldn’t be with her due to my appointment. She knows I lose my damn mind when I am not with her, but to know all those wagging fucking tongues was smelling her pregnant pussy, has made me a wolf.
“Shut the fuck up. You knew what you were doing, didn’t you? You wanted this. You wanted me balls deep in your pussy with a plug in your ass, making you my slutty bitch. Tell me.” I squeeze her neck slightly, only adding to her pleasure and my own when her pussy threatens to cut off all of my circulation.
“Yes. I wanted this. I love being your everything, Cobi. Please.” Jesus when she begs goosebumps break out on my skin. The truth is I have been holding mine at bay, waiting for this very moment. The moment when I can feel her shaking, her pulse gets so high, tears begin to stream down her face. I have been waiting for her pussy gush all over my cock from untapped orgasms.
Both hands on her shoulders, I pull her back and hold her on my cock, growling into her ear. “Remember you belong to me, baby. From your beautiful painted toes to your gorgeous head of hair. No one gets to smell you, touch you or have you. Do they?”
“No. No one. Only you, babe. Only you.”
“Such a good girl. I love you, wife. I live for you. Breath for you.”
“Yes. I love you too. I love you. I love you.” She’s falling, coming down from high, but stuck on the precipice and it is time for me to release her.”
“Good girl. Come my love. Come on my cock and baptize me.” Together we shout and yell, trembling against one another, each ripple causing another tiny one. I grip her waist and roll her on top of me. My hands run up and down her back, soothing her still trembling body. “Here baby. Drink this.” I grab the water bottle from the side table and put it to her lips. When we have sessions like this I have to make sure she is hydrated and warmed up. “How are you feeling?”
She looks up at me, drowsily smiling. “I’m okay. Just, drained.” she yawns that last part and I feel a bit uneasy. I went at her hard, but the possessiveness inside of me has only grown with each passing day. With each child she bears me, my need for her grows. My love for her expands and the animal in me becomes more ferocious. “What time is it?” she asks, her eyes closing.