Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Her tiny hands trailed up my biceps, curving around my neck and pulling my ear to her lips. “I can’t get enough of you, Arkin. I wake up soaking wet because I can feel you beside me. Not feeling you all day is torture.”
I swirled my fingers between us, grazing her aroused clitoris and licking the droplets of water that sprayed down her skin.
“Oh, Arkin, Arkin…” Her neck arched back and gave me the perfect opportunity to latch and suck.
I sucked deeply and slowly at her juicy skin while I fucked her hard and rough with my cock, my hands holding her waist against me securely as we moved with practiced strokes. “I’ve never been able to get enough of you, baby. From day one, you consumed my mind and stole my thoughts like a thief.”
My orgasm barreled up in me all of a sudden. The way her delicate pussy fluttered around my dick lit me on fire, and my lips roamed her skin as I swirled and sucked at everything I could find.
“One look and you nailed me, Peaches. I never saw you coming. I should punish you for taking me by storm like that.”
“Punish me, then.” Her voice was whispery, pleading. “I love your punishments.”
I could feel the cum rocketing up, gathering momentum with every one of her decadent little huffs. Tension burned through my muscles when her orgasm unleashed and she panted an incoherent string of pleases in my ear.
Cum spiraled out of the tip of my cock, burying my seed deep inside her, the only place it belonged.
“Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking when you beg me to punish you like that.”
“Try me…” She was still panting, nipples still perky.
I ducked, doting attention on each of the soft little peaks between my words. “You’re fragile cargo, my love. I can’t go punishing you right now. You’ve got the lead pitcher, catcher, and hitter of my little baseball team in there.”
Is that so?” She caught my lip in a kiss.
“I’ve already decided on a franchise name.”
“Oh yeah?” She was rocking her hips again, insatiably horny for what only I could give. “What’s that?”
“The Pile Drivers.”
She erupted into a fit of giggles, dousing her arousal nearly instantly. “You’re quite the tool, Mr. Broderick.”
“Don’t forget…” I thrust my cock against her damp skin. “I’m the only tool to satisfy all of your needs, Peaches.”
T H I R D E P I L O G U E
Arkin – Ten Years Later
“L
ord help us, boys.” My oldest son breathed at my side, his identical brother shaking his head.
“Well, no stopping them now.” I sucked in a fortifying breath as the pack of women in my life huddled close together with excited grins on their faces.
Thirteen years of marriage with Daphne, and every damn day I was still surprised. Especially with triplets and three adopted siblings we’d welcomed into our home not long after the first three were born.
Daphne and I were on the ride of our lives, not a single day the same. “This doesn’t seem like a very good idea.” One of my boys tipped his head to one side, stripping out of his shorts and down to his swimming trunks anyway.
“Woohoo!” He ran shrieking off by the girls, covering them in a splash when he cannonballed into the chilly pool.
“You’ve got a wild one there.” My mom patted my back, happy smile on her face.
“I’ve got a whole baseball team’s worth of wild ones, Mom.”
She shook her head. “So were you, my son. So were you. I just put the baby down for a nap. Thought she’d never settle down, but then I sang her that song I used to sing to you when you couldn’t sleep at night. Do you remember it?”
“How could I forget?” Happy memories of the childhood she’d given me passed through me and into how I loved these little humans every single day.
She leaned into my body, and I wrapped her in my arm, thankful I could give my mom the kind of joy I saw on her face on the daily when she spent time with my kids.
“There they go,” my oldest boy uttered at my side. His sister launched herself into the pool and shrieked when she hit the cool water.
“They’re nuts,” my littlest adopted girl, Emma, whispered, wiggling her hand into my big paw.
“I’m with you, girl.”
Daphne surprised the hell out of me and launched herself into the pool next, smile spreading her cheeks when the rest of the girls followed her.
The boys shuffled at my side, restless as they seemed to consider how cool the temperature might really be in our new outdoor pool in the beginning of May.
“Ah, I’m in,” one of the boys said.
The remaining kids launched off the stone and into the crisp water. The group of them splashed and laughed, my wife at the center of all of that fun, just like she always was.