Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
"What are you doing?"
"Getting you wet and soapy," I growl, turning the shower on before yanking my shirt off over my head. "And if I'm real lucky, maybe I'm getting you pregnant again, too."
Her eyes darken and heat as she saunters toward me, as seductive as ever. "You want a new baby and a Chihuahua?"
"Why not?" I pop the button on my jeans, shoving them off. Her eyes immediately drift to my cock. "You want a baby. Your daughter wants a Chihuahua. Gotta give both my girls what they want."
"You're such a good daddy," she whispers, pressing her tits up against my chest.
I growl softly, kissing her breathless as I back her into the shower. Hearing her call me that never gets old. It still makes me hard as a fucking rock.
Hot water swirls around us, shutting out the entire world. Everything but her and the way she moans for me as I drop to my knees, pressing her against the wall.
Her hands fly to my hair, her sweet sounds of pleasure bouncing off the wall as I devour her, drinking down every drop she spills for me. Christ, I could do this for a lifetime and never get enough of her. Every time is better than the last.
"I love you," I growl, spinning her around as soon as she falls apart all over my face. I line up at her entrance, pushing my way into heaven.
"Love you," she moans, her head flying back.
"Then show me, baby. Fuck me back." I smack her ass just to watch it jiggle, already driving into her in deep strokes that have her choking on my name.
She rocks back against me, meeting every stroke. Crying out for me.
"Goddamn, baby," I groan, my hand sliding down the crevice of her ass. I push my thumb against her back entrance, listening to the way she chokes on my name. She lives for having me in both holes at once, stuffed so full she can't do anything but scream and come.
I give her what she wants, slowly working my thumb into that tight little hole that's as much mine as the rest of her. Christ, I've fucked it so many times over the years, just to hear her sobbing in ecstasy. Just because it's mine.
"You like that, princess?"
"Yes! God, yes, Trystan. More."
"Fuck," I groan, unable to deny her anything. I give her another couple of deep strokes before easing out to press my dick against her ass.
She moans loudly, pushing backward.
"This isn't going to get you pregnant," I groan, my eyes locked on the sight of my dick slowly disappearing in her tight little asshole.
"C-can't anyway," she gasps.
I fist my hand in her hair, dragging her head back until her glassy eyes meet mine. "You trying to say you don't want my baby, Coco?"
"No," she whimpers. "I'm saying you already got me pregnant again."
I stare at her in shock, trying to process what she's saying. She's having my baby.
"You're pregnant."
"Yes."
I fucking lose it, pounding into her perfect ass like a madman. My hands are all over her, rough and wild. She loves every fucking minute of it, shouting my name as I play with her clit and fuck her tight little hole.
By the time she shatters for a third time, dragging me over the edge with her, the water is cold, and my knees are weak. But I'm so fucking happy nothing else matters.
I spin her around again, dropping to my knees.
She stares down at me with wide eyes, her expression soft.
"My baby is in there right now?"
"Yes."
"Jesus." I press my forehead to her stomach, my throat tight. Her hand drifts through my hair, her touch so fucking sweet. "Hi, baby," I whisper when I manage to find my voice. "I'm your daddy."
Chloe chokes on a sob, her hands still tangled in my hair. "I love you so much," she cries softly as I pull her down into my arms.
"You're my life, Coco," I whisper in return, tucking her face up against my shoulder right there on the floor of the shower. Doesn't matter that the water is freezing. Doesn't matter that it's uncomfortable as hell. The only thing that matters is the woman in my arms, the baby in her belly, and the three little angels sleeping down the hall.
This is better than any dream. This is living.