Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
The kids look happy with their breakfasts, so I tell Josie to watch her sisters and head back upstairs to my wife, who I’m obsessed with. All I want to do is watch her sleep a little longer.
She is still in bed, but the sheet has slipped down more, revealing her bare back and her glorious side boob. I simply can’t resist any longer and slide into bed beside her, pulling the sheet back even more so I can have an eyeful of her gorgeous ass. I curl my body around hers and hear her let out a soft little moan as she starts to wake.
She hums, stretches like a cat, turns her head, and blinks at me with heavy, sleep-laden eyes. “Where are the kids?”
Always the mother.
“They’re eating.” I smile. “Josie’s watching the twins.”
She glances around. “And where’s my breakfast?”
“I was too busy spoiling our children and mulling over all the dirty things I want to do to you once they’re napping.”
She is my own personal treasure. “Still obsessed with me, eh?”
“Every second of every day, princess.”
Five years ago, I thought I’d lost her. I thought the world had taken her from me just when I had her in my arms. But Mira, my beautiful and fierce love, chose me. She knew that I was the only man who would ever cherish her the way she deserves.
She gave up her father’s name, money, inheritance, and all the rest so she could be with a mechanic and biker guy. We built our lives from scratch, paid off her mother’s medical bills, and got her the best treatment. She’s grown so much stronger over the last few years and loves watching the kids for us, baking cookies and cupcakes, and running around the house with them like an angel that was dropped into our lives.
And Mira is an even better mom than I thought she’d be—though I don’t know how that’s possible. She’s strong but soft, patient and passionate. Loving and supportive in all the right ways.
And beyond that, she’s still the sexiest woman on the planet.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, gently stroking my sideburn.
“You’re naked,” I counter. “How could I not?”
She smiles, blushing, and tries to slip away from me like she’s going to get dressed and go check on the kids, but I grab her by the hip and pull her back. Just being this close to her curves has me all boned up. When I’m around my wife, I’m one horny bastard. And when I’m not around her, I’m wishing I was.
She glances down at my bulge and instantly knows what’s on my mind. “You’re awful,” she giggles. “We have three kids downstairs eating cereal!”
“They’ll be fine for…ten minutes?” I chuckle, grinding up against her hip as I slip my briefs down to my knees.
“Five minutes,” she corrects me.
Mira used to tell me, “I don’t do quickies,” but that was before the kids came. After that—and once she realized how I make it my mission in life to get her off—she came around. Now we have to find time whenever we can, but I always make sure my wife is satisfied before I finish.
My wife.
My girl.
My love.
I press her onto her stomach and kiss her like a starving man, which is what I am. With one hand, I spread her open and look down at her tiny little pink hole. I press my rock-hard cock inside and gasp at the sensation. Three kids and it still feels like the first time I slid inside her virgin hole.
“Finn…” she moans, muffling her voice with the pillow.
She’s so smooth, so warm, so wet, so tight. I’ll never get over how good my gorgeous wife feels when I fuck her. Every little sound she makes while I’m inside her is like a drug, sending my head spinning into the atmosphere with each thrust.
Nothing else matters when we’re making love. The whole world could crumble, but as long as my house is still standing, we’ll be all right.
I grab her hips and angle her so I’m hitting her spot just right. I know we have no time, so I pull out all my tricks that I know she loves. I wrap my hand around her front and press two fingers on her clit, doing circles in just the rhythm she likes. I kiss her earlobe and lick up the side of her neck, whispering filthy things to her as her pussy clenches tighter and tighter on my hard-on.
“Let’s have another baby,” I tell her.
“Are you serious?” She breathes, twisting to look at me. I nod back firmly.
“Yes. I love you when you’re pregnant.”
Her eyes light up, and the corners of her lips twist into a smile. “I want another one too. You think it’ll be another girl?”
I laugh. “Of course it will. All we make are girls!”