Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Now that I’m done with studying for the day, I putter around the garden, enjoying the last of the afternoon sun. Trent will be home soon from work, and I have to say his new landscaping business has been incredibly successful. He’s got a portfolio of clients already, and our phone rings off the hook with inquiries from new customers.
But the man knows a good thing because despite his busy schedule, Trent always makes time for me. Since I’ve been pregnant, I've been incredibly horny. I need Trent’s hard, muscled body and his thick, huge cock every night, and sometimes even several times per night. Often, while I’m waiting for him to come home, my mind wanders to the things he does to me in the privacy of our bedroom. I whip out my phone out and text him, already getting wet and creamy down below.
Janie: can’t wait till you get home. I need you loverboy. Lick my pussy when you’re home?
Trent’s reply comes instantly.
Trent: shit sweetheart, don’t say stuff like that to me. A boner at work isn’t a good look lol
Janie: it’s your business. why not lock up and come back early? ;)
Trent: there’s only 30 mins until closing time. Waiting never hurt, sweet thing. It amps up the anticipation
But then he types again.
Trent: why don’t you play with yourself? You know how I love it when that creamy pussy’s ready the moment I step in the door.
I giggle a little, looking around furtively. Of course, there’s no one else in the garden, but I’ll have to go inside for this nonetheless. I leave the yard and take the stairs to the bedroom, where I lie on the bed before slowly slipping my hand into my panties. Oooh! I’m wet from thinking about my man already.
Janie: I’m dripping, baby. Come home and fuck me.
Trent: Changed my mind. Closed up shop. No sense in keeping my girl on edge.
My pussy contracts with the knowledge he’ll be here soon, cramming it full. On a whim, I decide I want to wear something special. Something he hasn't seen before. I fling the closet doors open and my eye falls immediately on that slutty black dress Vivian bought me a long time ago. Was it only last year? Well, I never did wear it. And it’s not like it’s tainted with memories. I haven’t spoken to Vivian in months, and I have to say that I don’t miss my mom. Maybe after the baby’s born, we’ll reconcile, but for now, Trent and I are absolutely blissed out on our own.
The revealing dress seems perfect for this occasion. I slip it on and it fits like a glove, although with my tits this huge, I look a little like a prostitute. But that’s not such a bad thing given what’s about to happen. With a sudden flutter in my stomach, I hear the front door open and close, and then Trent’s heavy boots sound on the stairs. He bursts into the bedroom and seeing me in my slutty black dress, stops in his tracks, and whistles through his teeth.
“Fuck baby,” comes his low growl, blue eyes gleaming with lust. “Where’d you get that?”
I shrug coyly, twirling in a circle like a fairy princess.
“Just something I forgot I had. I thought I’d wear it for you. Do you like it?” But Trent is shaking his head as he stalks over to me.
“Shit yeah,” he rasps. “I think you should keep this on while I fuck you.” He sweeps me up in his arms, mouth ravenous, his hands already roaming the curves of my body. He bends down, licking my nipples through the dress, biting them and making me moan. And then he sits down on the bed, pulling me down on top of him so I straddle him. Ever since we found out I’m expecting, he’s careful when we fuck, wanting me to be on top so I can control the movements. At first, I didn’t want to. I love that hot cock pounding into my cunt from up above, with my man in control. But slowly, I’ve learned to adore riding that thick shaft because it gets so deep when I’m bucking like a cowgirl, making me cream endlessly.
I reach into his jeans and pull out his enormous cock, hard and long and as thick as my wrist, already panting at the thought of it inside me. Trent tugs down the neckline of the dress to free my tits, which practically bounce out and hit his face. My nipples are swollen and sensitive, and when he starts licking and sucking them, I’m embarrassed to feel my pussy contracting, already so close to losing it. I moan as Trent cups my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezes hard. And then I feel it. He edges one finger down so that he’s stroking my back hole, the pleats pulsing involuntarily.