Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I step forward and cup Jude’s face with my palms tenderly and place my lips on hers, where they forge the first coupling of our union. Me, loving into her, and her loving into me.
After a long few moments where the world slips away, and it is only Jude and I and all the life created within and between us, we begin hearing chants of Pie! Pie! Pie!
They have no shame. I shake my head, laughing.
I tuck Jude’s arm through mine and lead her up the aisle to the house as we hear clapping, hoots, and collecting smiles and pats on the back.
We go inside, accept the hugs and well wishes, eat some wedding pie, and then, when the coast seems clear, I spirit Jude away for a few minutes of her time all for myself. The office is empty, and I know they won’t look for us in here.
“How is my bride?” I pull her to me and nuzzle her neck.
“She’s pregnant and hungry.” She laughs. “Feed me, husband!”
“Oh, I’ll feed you all right.” My tone is low and suggestive as I reach for the zipper of my suit trousers.
Her eyes go round since that is something we have yet to do.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, honey, I so would.” I grin as I pull her hand toward my crotch for a quick rub. “I had to save something for the wedding night, didn’t I?” I laugh.
“Mmhh, I have been thinking about it,” she admits, her cheeks turning crimson. “I just don’t know how to do it, so…”
“We’ll go slow,” the words come out husky and raw, my cock already throbbing just thinking about her lips wrapped around my length. “Come on, baby.” I grab her hand and pull her to the couch.
I sit down, expecting her to sit down next to me, but instead, she falls to her knees. Her hands go to my slacks, and she eagerly starts to unbutton them. I open my mouth to tell her she doesn’t have to do this if she doesn’t want to, but the pure excitement in her eyes and the impatient way she is trying to open my pants stops me dead in my tracks. She wants this, bad, probably as badly as I do.
Helping her with the buttons, I unzip and shove the fabric down to my thighs, freeing my throbbing cock. Her pink tongue darts out of her bottom lip, and she looks as if she can’t wait to have a taste. Soon, baby, soon.
I clench my hands into tight fists and rest them against the couch cushion. I want to touch her so badly, but I also want to give her a chance to explore, to taste. When her hand circles my length, a groan slips past my lips, rattling through my chest, and shaking me to the core.
Leaning forward, that wet, warm mouth of hers opens, and she sucks the head of my cock between her plump lips. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Fuck!” I hiss through my teeth. Needing to see this, I force my hooded eyes open, and I stare down at my beautiful wife, who has my cock between her pink lips. “You look so fucking perfect like that. You were made for me,” I tell her, cradling her cheek. I watch with bated breath as she takes more and more of my length into her mouth.
She starts to move, bobbing her head up and down, taking me deeper and faster into her mouth, making my balls ache, and the air in my lungs still with each stroke of her tongue. When I hit the back of her throat, she gags and pulls back, her eyes watering.
“So good, baby girl, so fucking good,” I say, encouraging her, staring deeply into her eyes. Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, and she pulls back, sucking just the tip, her cheeks hollow out as she does.
Groaning, I sink my fingers into her hair, threading through the blonde strands. “I’m going to blow, Jude.”
“Mmm,” she moans in approval, and like a man possessed, I hold her head in place, driving her mouth down on my length as I explode into the back of her throat. She doesn’t make a sound as she swallows every drop of my release.
Tugging her off my cock, I reach down and scoop her up into my arms. Bringing her to my chest, I wrap my arms around her and listen to the thundering beat of my heart as I try and catch my breath. Jude snuggles against my chest, and I inhale her deep into my lungs. She smells like sunshine and joy.
“Did I do good?” she questions, peering up at me with glittering blue eyes.
“Good is an understatement, baby, but I want you to know you didn’t have to do that, swallow, I mean.” I grin, feeling the pleasure she gave me deep in my bones.