Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Eva collapsed, and I removed my hand from the back of her head so she could turn it to the side and breathe easier. “Holy cow,” she sighed. “When’s the last time we’ve gone this long during sex without an interruption?” A small laugh shook her shoulders and I chuckled along with her as I dropped down to rest beside her.
I gathered her into my arms and sighed. “I don’t know,” I answered. “But, it’s probably the last time I was able to hear you scream my name without a pillow or mattress muffling you.” The thought caused me to harden completely, and Eva wiggled a little when she felt my cock poking her ass. I gripped her hips and held her still. “Stop, baby. Unless you're ready to have my monster cock fucking your tight pussy again.” We’d gone three rounds already, and I’d ridden her hard. The flu had hit our kids, and it had been thirty-eight hours and seventeen minutes since I’d been inside my wife. I was backed up. “You’re already going to be sore in the morning,” I mumbled into her hair. “If I get inside you again, you might not be able to walk.”
She sighed and snuggled deeper into my embrace. “Worth it.”
I snickered and kissed her head. The alarm on my phone buzzed, and I glanced at the clock to see that it was midnight. Finally. I gently turned Eva onto her back and placed a soft kiss on her bee-stung lips. “Happy birthday, Eva-bear.”
Her face broke out into a bright smile, and she cupped her hands together, waiting expectantly. It was so fucking cute that I couldn’t contain my hearty laughter. My wife knew me well. I’d never been able to last past the first minute of her birthday before giving her a gift.
I gave her a confused glance and volleyed my eyes back and forth between her face and empty hands. “What? Is there something you want?” I teased.
She glared at me and poked me in the chest before holding out her hands once more. “Where’s my present?”
“Fuck, I love you.” I kissed her, and when I released her lips, she looked dazed for a moment, then the fog cleared, and she raised a single eyebrow. I laughed again while I reached over her to open the drawer in my nightstand.
“I love you too,” she replied. Then she wiggled her fingers. “Present.”
I dropped a flat, rectangular box into her waiting hands, and she beamed at me. “Speaking of screaming orgasms…” I said with a smirk.
Eva’s canted her head to the side and eyed me curiously before attacking the box. Inside were two plane tickets and a bill of sale. She lifted the bill of sale first, and her mouth formed a little O, her eyes growing wide. “You bought an island?” she shrieked before slapping a hand over her mouth.
“I decided that we needed a place of our own for a little ‘adult’ time,” I elucidated with a grin. “Somewhere you can be as loud as you want, and I won’t need to kill anyone for hearing what’s mine alone.” She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face was blinding. I brushed her messy blond hair back from her face and kissed her tenderly. “My parents are taking the kids for a week. We’ll leave this afternoon.” I winked. “So you see, you might want to be able to walk tomorrow.”
Eva snickered and threw the box and its contents to the floor before flinging her arms around my neck. She kissed me with such raw passion that I was helpless to fight my growing need, and when she climbed onto my lap, lowering her hot, naked pussy onto my steel rod, my control snapped.
“Walking is overrated,” she panted a while later as I fell onto the bed beside her. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. “You’ll be there to carry me.”
With my last ounce of energy, I curled myself around my wife and cuddled her close. “Always.”
Extra Epilogue
Eva
“I still can’t believe you talked me into letting them come with us,” Tucker grumbled as the gear on our private plane lowered.
When Tucker bought the island more than a decade ago, he had intended for it to be our getaway from the kids. That worked the first several times we came out here, but as soon as the twins hit their teenage years, they started to complain about never being able to see it. Once we caved the first time, there was no holding them back from coming with us, and the island turned into a family vacation spot.
Patting his hand, I murmured, “Quit complaining. We’re lucky. We have teenagers who actually want to take trips with us.”
“Yeah,” Beck agreed, leaning over to grin at us. “We have friends at school who fake being sick to get out of stuff with their parents.”