Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
On second thought …
“It’s not happening,” he murmurs, laughter in his voice. “Right now, we’re going to celebrate. And later, I’ll show you how thankful I am for you over and over again.”
Kane
Today has been a damn good day.
We found out we were having a little girl and Brielle agreed to marry me again.
I hadn’t been thinking when I asked her to willingly marry me, so we had to come clean to her mom about the truth of our marriage. She wasn’t thrilled, but when Brielle told her she wouldn’t change anything because it was what had led us to where we were now, she understood and congratulated us.
After saying goodbye to our friends and family and making sure the cleanup crew has everything under control, I walk my wife back to our house.
The second we’re through the door, she jumps into my arms.
“Thank you for today,” she murmurs, peppering sweet kisses all over my face.
“You never have to thank me for giving you what you deserve,” I tell her. “Every day, you give me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Oh, yeah?” She smirks. “And what is it you want right now?”
She slides down my body and then removes her sundress, exposing her perfect tits, covered in sexy white lace, and her swollen belly.
“Do you want me?” she asks, reaching behind and undoing her bra.
She lets the material fall to the floor, and her breasts, which have grown since her pregnancy, drop slightly.
“I always want you.” I palm her breasts and gently pinch her nipples, making her moan.
“Hmm.” She steps back and shimmies out of her lace panties, giving me the perfect view of her neatly trimmed pussy. “How about this?” She backs up and drops onto the ottoman and spreads her legs. “Do you want this?”
I step toward her and cup her cunt. “I always want this.”
I lean over and capture her mouth with mine. My tongue parts her plump lips and delves in, stroking hers for several seconds before she pulls back.
“What about this?” she murmurs, sitting up and reaching for my dress pants. She unbuttons and unzips them and then pulls my cock out. “Do you want this?”
Before I can ask her to clarify, she does so by leaning over and taking my hard length into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss, running my fingers through her blonde locks. “I always want this.”
I watch her suck my dick for a few minutes, enjoying the way her warm, wet mouth slides up and down my shaft, and then I pull her off me.
“But what I want the most is to pleasure you,” I tell her as I lift her gently onto the ottoman since we’re clearly not making it to the bedroom.
I spread her legs and lean over her, kissing her chastely before I move my lips down the slim column of her neck and over to her breasts. I lick and suck each sensitive nipple, making her mewl in pleasure. And then I continue my descent to her belly. It’s not big, but because she’s so toned, there’s an obvious bump there, and every time I see it, knowing she’s carrying our baby, it turns me on.
I trail kisses down her bump, and when I get to her cunt, I spread her lips and lean in so I can taste her.
“Kane,” she moans, “I’m too turned on. Don’t tease me, please.”
I chuckle. “I’m not teasing you,” I argue. “The gift of your pussy is the second-best thing you’ve ever given me.”
“What’s the first?” she rasps, not missing a beat.
I glance up at her. “Your heart.”
I work Brielle’s body over, making her climax twice before I get up and sit on the couch, pulling her on top of me.
“Ride me, Queen,” I tell her, guiding her onto my cock. “You’re in charge, baby. Take us both over the edge.”
With her arms around my neck and her soft lips slowly caressing mine, she sinks onto me. She fucks me slow and steady, grinding her hips. My wife knows exactly what to do to get us to climax, and within minutes, she’s screaming my name as she comes around my cock, and I drain every drop of my orgasm into her.
“This is what I want,” I tell her, pushing strands of hair away from her eyes. “I want you every day for the rest of my life. I fucked up, Bri, but I promise, I’ll cherish you and love you every day. And I’ll remind you that even though I betrayed you, what we have is worth having.”
“Our love isn’t simple,” she murmurs, leaning in and brushing her lips against mine. “But it’s so fucking beautiful. And I know we’ll spend the rest of our lives never taking it for granted again.”
EPILOGUE
Brielle
Two Months Later
Blood-red roses are spread elegantly around the pavilion that’s on the beach overlooking the Atlantic. Our family and friends are here, sitting in chairs behind us.