Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
But as I stirred batter not only for cakes but cupcakes and then cookies, I questioned why is that. Why is it that in order to live in this world, you have to give up your dreams? It doesn’t make sense; it’s as if something or someone doesn’t want us to be happy.
The more I baked and danced and sang the more like my old self I felt. I’m sure the wine had a lot to do with that as well. But it was a welcome change from what had become my norm.
DEIDRE
“Oh, Dan, right there.” I sat on his thick cock as he pumped up into me for all he was worth.
“Slut, bitch, I hate you.” He smacked me hard across the face with each word, and I just grinned and fucked him harder as my pussy juiced.
I knew what day it was that only made this so much hotter. It was a year since the bitch was gone completely from our lives. I knew he would be in his feels again, so I prepared ahead of time. This isn’t the first time I’ve been in his bed since we got rid of her; in fact, I’ve been in his bed almost every night since then, had moved in, in fact.
Things weren’t supposed to get this far. I never intended to become this involved with him, but then I came up pregnant, and there was nothing else to do. Dan isn’t the first married man I’d snagged, but they were usually just distractions until the next one came along. It was the excitement of doing something forbidden that kept me going back time and time again.
That, and the fact that I could have all the fun without any of the hassle of wifely duties. Most men are so stupid they don’t realize that the things they complain about with their wives are all part of adulthood. It’s like they don’t realize that having to take care of a house and kids means that things won’t remain the same as when they were dating.
Dan was different, though. His complaint wasn’t about her not having time for him or any of the other things I’d heard over the years since I was eighteen, at least. Dan was afraid that he couldn’t get his wife pregnant, and so was born my new kink.
He was a pretty standoffish guy, but I’d chosen his class because of the gossip I’d heard hanging around the professors’ lounge. He was on the fast track and would be tenured at a young age, which was a big deal. Plus, he was hot as fuck to look at, and I knew from day one that I was going to fuck him.
Like I said, it wasn’t easy, but I became an ear for him to bend. It wasn’t obvious at first; I was little more than one of the guys in the beginning, always there, made myself available, and was very good at my job which he noticed. It was my easygoing, nonthreatening attitude that got him to open up.
I remember the first day I realized I was getting somewhere, that I was chipping away at his resolve to remain loyal to his vows. “I don’t mean to overstep, but maybe the problem’s not with you. If, say, you got another woman pregnant, you’d know for sure.” I laughed like it was a joke, but the seed had been planted.
After that day, I played on that little fantasy in his head and used his fear to draw him into my web. The first time we fucked, it was in his office at his desk. I climbed onto his cock while he sat in his big masculine leather chair and gave him the ride of his life.
My hot whispers in his ear had him ravenous for my pussy. And when I whispered that I wanted him to fuck his baby into me, I thought he would break his dick off in me. After that, it was easy to get him in my bed and I always ended with some variation on the theme of wanting him to breed me.
You see, I’d fallen in love with his thick cock. It wasn’t as long as some, but the thickness more than made up for it, and I couldn’t get enough of the way he stretched me. He thought we were just playing a game, but the more we played, the deeper he fell.
We’d fucked all over the place, my apartment, his office, and had even taken a few weekend trips out of town while his wife thought he was doing research for the job. My eyes fell away from his, and I glanced at the sheets.
These were the last sheets he’d fucked her on. I’d brought them from his old house along with the bed. In fact, this room was almost a complete replica of their old bedroom. I haven’t washed the sheets or had them washed by anyone else. Though I change them every once in a while, I like to take them out from time to time and fuck on them.