Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
He bit into my neck, which he knows makes me weak in the knees. “How did you find me?”
“Did you really think hiding out in our daughter’s room while she’s napping was a good idea?” I pouted and ignored him. I thought for sure he’d know I hate interrupting naptime and wouldn’t look in there.
Off to bed we went, and I hummed with excitement even though I knew what he was going to do to me. As soon as his tongue touched my hot flesh, I was ready to go off like a Roman candle. “Please, Jacob!” I made my voice as whiny as I could, knowing that he couldn’t resist.
He looked up into my eyes and cussed before going back to his feasting. “It makes my tummy hurt when you don’t let me cum. That can’t be good for the babies.” I knew I had him there because he kept going until I filled his mouth.
He slid up my body to lay behind me, holding my big belly in his hand while he slid into me from behind. Even though his strokes are slow as molasses these days, I find a new pleasure in that as well.
“Cum inside me this time too.” I breathed over my shoulder at him. He was concentrating really hard, and I knew he wasn’t going to do as I asked. Just as he was about to pull out, I tightened my pussy walls around his cock and reached around and grabbed his ass.
“Where are you going?” Oh, he was big mad when he had to cum inside me, and I kept him locked down long enough to get one more out of his semi-hard cock. I laughed at him as he grumbled and flounced out of bed in a snit.
“Just for that, no more cock for you for a week.” That’s what he thinks. I guess he forgot that I take what I want before he even wakes up good in the morning.
I rolled over to go to sleep once he left the room to get cleaned up in the bathroom. I was too tired to care and smiled in my sleep state when I felt him pull the sheet up over me before going to the thermostat to make sure the room was at the temperature I preferred.
I settled down to sleep with a smile on my face, once again very thankful for the way my life has turned out. When my husband asked me for a divorce, I would never have imagined that things would turn out this way.
I thought for sure I would end up moving back home with my family until I could get back on my feet again. Who would’ve imagined that his cheating would lead me and my kids to an even better life?
I don’t think I’ve gone one day without pinching myself since our wedding because I wake up every day expecting to find that it was all a dream and I’m back there in the hell of someone else’s making.
I’m so glad I didn’t make a fuss and tried to hold onto something that wasn’t going to get any better in the long run. I haven’t seen nor do I wish to see my ex anytime soon, and since he’s been acting like an ass, I doubt I want to trust him with my kids in the future.
It's a hard decision to make and not something I take lightly, but all the things he’s done since the night at the club have been horrific. Since he’s been blocked on my phone and everywhere else, I haven’t really heard much about him, except for every once in a while, my sisters-in-law would keep me up to date.
Since my pregnancy, though, they had stopped, and I got the idea that it was my husband’s doing. He tries to shield me from anything he deems stressful and I can’t believe how different this pregnancy has been compared to my first two.
He's been there since the beginning, making sure that I have everything I need. I won’t lie; I was a bit worried that he’d be just like Doug when it came to my pregnancy, but nothing could be further from the truth.
Whereas Doug seemed to be repulsed by my pregnant body, I fall asleep every night to Jacob playing with my tummy and wake up with him doing the same. He’s fascinated and wants to feel every kick and movement the babies make.
I’m so happy sometimes it scares me, but I hold onto hope every day, and the fact that I have seen none of Doug in my new husband keeps my head in the clouds, but after betrayal, I have to keep my feet planted firmly on the ground.
I know that Wendy still looks at my social media pages, but I haven’t been posting too much lately anyway, so she’s starved for new information, which I imagine is driving her crazy. I can’t for the life of me understand why she’d be so interested in my life. She got the man she wanted, and my life should no longer concern her.