Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I rub her clit as I fuck her faster, harder, and in return she teases my nipple playfully. I roar, and fold her up like a damn accordion, fucking her hard, deep, like I have hundreds of times before, and it has never gotten old for either of us.
Marital bliss. She’s the woman I wanted, will always want. Insatiable in the bedroom, and a sweetheart of a mother. I love her so goddamn dearly.
She drains me dry, her pussy milking my cock so expertly, singing my praises, trying to muffle her screams of pleasure to make this moment of peace last as long as possible.
It always brings a smile to my face, watching her come, as if fucking her isn’t enough.
When we’re done, tangled up in each other’s arms and panting together, there’s a cry from our baby monitor. Little Fig is hungry. Annie goes to roll out of bed, but I stop her. “I got this, babe.”
Aching and tired myself, I let her sleep as I throw on a T-shirt and sweatpants and head downstairs. I grab a bottle from the fridge, and I do a little dance with the tea kettle to warm it up. It might be easier for Fig to get it straight from the source, but I gotta do my part where I can. Annie’s given so much to build our family, and I work hard to provide for us, but my job’s not done when I clock out at the end of the day. I’m no deadbeat. I’ll go an extra thousand miles for my woman and my children.
With the bottle warmed up, I go into the nursery and pick up my little baby girl, plant a kiss on her head. She’s so precious as she suckles on the bottle, and I gently rock her back and forth.
I’m not going to pretend any of it is easy. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Every day I wake up, I thank God for the life I’ve been given. And I thank God that Annie wanted a Rough man like me.