Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
The slurping of Doe working my cock is the only sound in our bedroom. She laid Zach down for his nap, came running into my office, threw the monitor on the desk, and dropped to her knees. My wife handled my jeans like they were nothing, greed pouring through her. The only problem I have right now is that while she’s sucking me down, my hand pressed against the back of her head, holding her in place as she rolls my balls in the palm of her hand, I’m having a hard time not coming. I gave her a reprieve, not coming inside her after the birth of Zach, knowing what it would do to her if we had our children too close together; worn out and tired constantly is not one of them. It was last month when she was on my cock, bouncing up and down, reluctant to pull off me when I was ready to come that she gave me the green light to start trying again.
“Fawn,” I warn, pulling her off my length. My cock is none too happy with me. He wants to be in any part of her possible, and believe me, the feeling is entirely mutual.
“Why did you make me stop?” she questions. A smile tilts my lips. Her hair is a knotted mess, her lips are swollen, cheeks tinted with a flush, and her chest is heaving. Desire is written all over her body, and we’ve only gotten started.
“My cum belongs in your tight pussy, Doe, you know that.” The palms of my hands itch to feel her bare skin beneath them. They’re not getting enough of her, not in our home or bed, and definitely not at work. A bone of contention we’re constantly butting heads over. She’s hell bent on maintaining her position at Sterling & Associates, a task that’s gotten harder since Zach has become mobile. Our parents don’t mind helping us out by watching our boy every now and then, but they’re still young enough that they’re off doing their own thing, too. Fawn is currently down to two days a week, and Zach is into fucking everything, and ask me if I care.
“Then it’s a good thing I’m pregnant. I’ve missed the taste and feel of you in my mouth. How you lose control when you’re down my throat.” My hold on her loosens, head dropping back as she takes my cock exactly how I like it. Fawn is giving me another present, greater than any gift I could ever give her, and how does she reward me? By swallowing my dick like I’m her biggest reward.
“Fuck, just like that.” I move her hair out the way, wanting a visual of my pregnant wife on her knees before me. One hand is ripping the flimsy strap of her shirt. I need to see more of her body. Fawn’s pregnancy with Zach changed her body—it made breasts heavier, hips wider, created marks where her body grew. It’s only made me that much more in awe of her. My eyes close, and I lose the sight as my cock hardens and my body locks up when she swallows around the head on a downward glide. I fucking lose it and come in her mouth, feeling her shiver as my wife doesn’t stop until I’ve given her every last drop of my cum. “Give me a minute.” My eyes slowly open. Fawn doesn’t stop her ministrations, cleaning my cock with every lick of her tongue, and since the baby monitor is still quiet, I’m going to repay the favor.
“That wasn’t for you. That was for me. It’s been nearly two months since I’ve had you coming in my mouth.” My hands go beneath her arms to pick her up until she’s in my lap, straddling my waist. Another one of her dresses covers her body, and with the way my cock is standing up again, I know exactly how I’m going to end our little afternoon interlude.
“I want a girl this time. Think we made that happen?” I ask her, ignoring the fact that she wasn’t allowed to swallow my seed while we were actively trying to get her pregnant.
“I’m pretty sure we have no control over that, but there’s always next time.”
“There is, and I’m going to start practicing right now.” My hand slides beneath her dress, already knowing I’m going to find her bare. Anytime we’re home for the day and she wears one of these dresses of hers, there’s a damn good chance my wife forgot her panties on purpose, and I’m going to take as long as I can this time around.