Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
"That's the spot, baby?"
She nods, unable to speak.
"You want my mouth?" I lean down to whisper in her ear, and her hips start to pulse against my hand. I love that almost as much as I love watching her cum. I love how sexy she is when she wants me. She wants what's hers, and only I can give it to her.
She shakes her head. "No." Her voice is far off already. "Fingers."
I'm more than happy to oblige. Truth is, as much as I love fucking her, fast or slow, hard or soft, that's not what drives me. My own pleasure is secondary. It's her. It's always been her.
The sounds she makes.
Knowing I'm making those noises come out of her.
The way her body drips and soaks me.
The thought that this beautiful creature is allowing me the honor of making her cum.
She's inside my soul, and I never want that feeling to end.
"God, baby, cum on my fingers. Show me who you are."
I push up and in, the rough pad of my palm grinding into her clit as I drive into her G-spot.
My free arm clasps around her waist, holding her steady as her legs lose their strength. She's walking on her own now. All the therapy did just what it should. But times like this, her knees still give out, and I have to be here to catch her. And I always will.
A second later, she's taking the Lord's name in vain right along with mine, and my hand is full of her slick release. But I push on. There's more in her, and I need it.
"One more, baby. Don't stop. Give me one more." I grunt into her ear and tighten my grip on her pussy, inside and out, milking another orgasm out of her until I'm holding her whole weight, and she's cursing and flowing down to my wrist.
Her breaths come fast and hot as her fingernails dig into my back.
"That's my girl. You're my best girl, you know that, don't you?" My teeth take a bite of her neck as the last of her climax shakes her, and the sighs come, the ones that always follow the screams.
"That was more than eleven seconds," she whispers into my chest. Damn minx. "You'll have to do better than that next time."
"Don't challenge me. Remember what happened last time?"
Her soft giggle goes straight through me. "Yes. I couldn't walk for a day and ended up knocked up."
"That's right. Next time, you just remember that."
After our small wedding, I set out to get her pregnant, and it took longer than I'd hoped. A few months in, Leah challenged me.
She knew she was ovulating, and she'd been getting sad, sure it was all her fault, betting we'd be one of those couples deciding between a surrogate and adoption. She said if she didn't get pregnant that night, we'd start figuring out another way to bring a child into our life.
Well, apparently, I took that challenge seriously. I filled her with so much cum over the next twenty-four hours that a week later, the little dipstick showed two lines. Six weeks after that, the first ultrasound showed not one but two little hearts fluttering inside my girl's womb.
How's that for rising to the challenge?
"You are an overachiever, you big brute." She looks up at me as I slip my fingers from her cunt, swipe them over my lips, and kiss her so she tastes herself.
We've settled into the mansion. It's where Leah wanted to be, and like I told her before, home for me is where she is. The four walls and a roof don't matter.
Decker and I handed daily operations of the Monarch clubs to Cindy, who's run the place for years anyway. We're still involved with the expansion and the new locations, but neither of us spends much time on site, which suits Leah and May just fine. Those two conspire enough as it is. We've livened the old place up with new artwork and furniture, and slowly but surely, it's becoming ours.
I pay for everything we do here, but the trust fund stays in Leah and May's names. Decker and I both signed pre-nups that will never let us touch a penny of their inheritance, and I wouldn't have it any other way. What's hers is hers, just like Decker with May.
"Your mom is bringing a couple of her friends. She called yesterday, I forgot to tell you." Leah leans back, and I finally break our hug. My cock is still hard, but he can wait. She took good care of me a few hours ago with that magic mouth of hers, and at midnight we'll be upstairs in the bathtub. After a bath, it will be my monster's chance for another deep dive into her tight pussy.
"That's fine. She's doing great at the sober living house. I'm fucking proud of her. Sixteen months clean."