Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“It’s all for you, my Sugar.” He lifts me up and spins me around as everyone cheers. “I love you, wife,” he says before kissing me.
“I love you, too, husband. Even more than cake.”
Epilogue
Hank
Six years later…
Hank Junior is running around through the sprinklers in the backyard with his friends. They’ve got water guns and a Slip-n-Slide, which means they’re all filthy and screaming. But what six-year-old boy doesn’t want to get dirty twenty-four-seven?
Sugar did most of the decorations and got everything ordered and set up. The only problem was the goddamn cake. We put my brother Rich in charge of picking it up and I should have known better. But after he called me this morning with another disastrous story, I decided that I wasn’t going to let it ruin Hank Junior's birthday, or anything else for that matter.
I’ve learned over the years to use my culinary skills sparingly. Every time I get in the kitchen and roll up my sleeves, it never fails that my wife gets knocked up. It’s the laws of science or something, and though I don’t mind, she said after baby number five she was done. I’d be happy to see her pregnant all the time, because I love how big and round she gets with each pregnancy. I love how her ass and tits grow and I especially love when her sweet milk comes in.
My cock thickens in my jeans just thinking about sucking on them and watching creamy drips roll down, but I have to focus. I know if I tell her I made the cake she’ll want it too badly to not eat it, but she’ll have my cock deep inside her later on tonight and I know I’ll end up giving her a baby.
I made the cake over at Nikki and Dean’s place this morning so Sugar wouldn’t find out. Maybe if I can keep her away from it for long enough I can distract her and she won’t have a taste. I’d love nothing more than to have another little one with her, but she put her foot down after the last delivery and I’m doing my best to abide by that decision. It’s not my fault my brother and desserts just don’t mix and that my sweet baking skills translate to her getting on her back.
“Wow, that looks incredible. I can’t believe the grocery store made that,” Sugar says, coming up behind me and startling my train of thought.
“Hmmm,” I say noncommittally as I try and change the subject. “Do you think we should build an addition onto the pool house?”
“What?” She looks up from the cake to where I’m pointing.
“I just thought it would give the kids a place to hang out with their friends when they get a bit older.”
“Why would I want my babies farther away from me?” Her eyes narrow as she looks me up and down. I can see her wheels turning, but luckily we’re interrupted.
“Mommy, can I pee in the grass?” our daughter Phoebe asks as she points to where the boys are standing by the bush.
“No, honey, you have to go inside and I’m going to tell your brother to quit it while we’ve got company here.” She scans the crowd and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing as she yells at the boys to stop it. “This is all your fault.”
“Me?” I say, pretending to be shocked.
“Those boys are just like you.”
“You don’t think Little Miss Phoebe is just like her mama?” I reach for her and pull her close as I squeeze her ass.
“Maybe.” I lean down and press my lips to hers as her hands rub down my chest. “What were you out here thinking about?”
“When?” All thoughts of before are gone as I focus on her soft body against me.
“I watched you from the kitchen before I came out here. You were lost in thought and then I saw you adjust this.” She presses her hips into my hard cock and I groan.
“You know damn well what I was thinking about.”
“Good.” She winks at me as she turns in my arms and her round ass pushes against it. “Your parents are taking the kids tonight.”
She leans back against me and my arms wrap around her waist. “A whole night to ourselves? What could we possibly get into?”
“I’m thinking that cake over there.”
My hands pause and I hold my breath as I wait for her to finish.
“You don’t think Nikki told me?” Her voice is soft like warm butter as she looks back at me over her shoulder.
“I should have known.” I swallow hard, thinking about her naked in bed with her legs spread as she begs me to get her pregnant.
“I’m going to cut myself a big slice and wrap it up. Then tonight when everyone's gone, you and I are going to eat it together.”