Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“We should check on Becca first…” she whispers.
I want to just snatch her clothes right off and fuck her here on the floor, but I’m a father now, and she’s absolutely right.
“I can do it,” she says. “If you’re too tired–”
“No,” I reply. “Of course I’ll come.”
I slip my wife into my arms and carry her upstairs to the second floor, the entire time thinking about just how lucky I am.
First, I met her all because I happened to meet Jason at the gym so many years ago, and he happened to be cousins with Riley, who just happened to think of me when Nina needed self-defense classes. If none of that had happened, Nina and I wouldn’t be married today.
Then it turns out that Nina is a journalism major, and not just because she was pressured into it by her family or because she thought it would be fun, but because she was really passionate about it. The interviews she did with Neve and me ended up gaining major traction online, both in print form and in video format, and were an integral part of our defense. Not only that, but she helped clear my public persona after all was said and done and helped convince the league to let me back in so I could fight again.
Talk about a dream woman.
Tucker ended up going to jail for 10 years. Bullshit, if you ask me, but better than nothing, and I’m going to try my hardest to not find out where he’s living once he gets out so I don’t end up catching another case for beating the crap out of him on Neve’s behalf.
Right now, I’m just trying to focus on how great my life is going. I have a gorgeous, wonderful wife, an adorable, smart little girl who’s full of excitement and curiosity, my family is getting along better than ever, and as of today, I’m the middleweight champion of the world again. What more could I want?
“Look,” Nina whispers as she pushes open the door to Becca’s room. “There she is.”
A warmth comes over me as I see my daughter sleeping peacefully in her bed, her little starlight projecting twinkling stars on her ceiling.
“I hope she’s dreaming sweet, sweet dreams.”
“Me too.” Nina smiles.
I close the door quietly, then lunge at my wife and snatch her up into my arms. She squeals into my ear as I lift her over my shoulder and drag her into our bedroom at the end of the hall. She’s already ripping my shirt off as I carry her to the bed.
I drop her down and stare at her eyes as she looks up at my topless torso. She’s licking her lips like a thirsty kitten.
“God, I love how hot you look after a fight. Your muscles are so swollen and ripped.”
“Don’t mind the bruising?” I tease. I know she loves it. She thinks it’s masculine.
“God no.” She shakes her head, grabbing my shorts and tugging them down. “You look like a gladiator.”
She strips my cup off and stuffs my cock into her mouth. I’m covered in sweat, but she doesn’t mind at all. She’s told me before that she likes it–that it makes her feel primal–like we’re a couple of animals doing what we’re meant to be doing.
We’ve been through so much together, and every bit of it was worth it. Seeing her blossom from a college girl who couldn’t even handle a canister of pepper spray into a professional journalist and an amazing mother who gave me the most incredible daughter has been the thrill of a lifetime for me.
My cock swells in her cheeks as she sucks it, and I reach down and slip my hands under her shirt and grab her breasts, two nice handfuls of her perky tits. Normally I’d take the time to strip her completely naked and get a good look at her, but something’s different about me tonight.
Maybe it’s the fact that I just beat the hell out of Jack O’Connell and took my title back, or maybe I’m just too turned on by my insanely sexy wife. Either way, I grab her by the hips, bend her over the bed, and tug her pants down over her hips, taking her panties with them.
She gasps and looks back over her shoulder at me, her eyes flaring as I press the crown of my cock against her slit, which is already dripping with desire.
“You have such a pretty pussy, have I ever told you that?” I ask as I slide into her.
“Many times,” she moans. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever tire of hearing it.”
I reach down between her legs and press rub her clit, then lean forward and bury my face against the tender spot where her neck meets her shoulder–she loves it when I kiss her there.