Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“I want you more than I want my next breath, but I’m going to run the show.” I lean down to kiss the side of her soft neck. “Now, go lie down on the bed and let me get to it.”
My hunger for my wife and my rock-hard cock make ripping away my clothes difficult. I trip over my goddamn shoes and almost fall on my face before I manage to strip. My wife snickers while watching me. After I leave everything in a pile on the floor, I pull Cora’s curvy body to the edge of the bed. She leans up on her elbows to stare into my eyes as I slide her silky legs open.
“After that workout, I’m going to have a little snack.” I wiggle my eyebrows then lean down to run my tongue up her slit. My wife cries out my name, and her elbows give out as I devour her sweet pussy. My teeth, tongue, and lips kiss, nip, and suck every luscious inch until Cora screams my name.
Her inner walls flutter around my finger as I place a soft bite on the inside of her thigh. “Oh my,” my wife whimpers. “I love your plan so far.” I drag her sweet body to the top of the bed.
“Good. I live to make you happy.” After covering her lips with mine, I line my cock up with her wet center and press forward.
Her silky walls close around my cock as I pump my hips, picking up speed. Cora gasps when I spin us, leaving her straddling me. “Ride me like a good girl and I might reward you with a few smacks.”
My gorgeous wife slowly slides her hips up and down and in circles, sending my blood pressure soaring. “Let me know if I’m doing this right.” She bites her bottom lip and picks up speed.
“If you did it any better, I’d die of a heart attack.” I grasp her curvy hips and drag her town to meet my thrusts. She quickly finds the perfect rhythm to drive me out of my mind. I slide my thumb across her hard clit and hear her breath hitch. Cora’s nails dig into my chest as we pick up speed.
When I smack one of my wife’s luscious ass cheeks, her tight pussy walls clench around my dick. “I love you,” she cries out. Those fucking words won’t ever get old.
“I love you, too,” I groan, and give her a couple lighter smacks while emptying my cock deep in her sweet pussy. Cora drops against my chest and kisses under my chin. “It’s a good thing I’m already knocked up or that would’ve definitely done it.”
“Maybe we can come back every year for our anniversary. Next year we can knock you up again.”
“Woah, woah, woah, buddy.” Cora sits up and my eyes automatically go to her sweet, slightly swollen tits. “Next year, we’ll have a newborn baby.” She tugs on my chest hair. “We aren’t getting pregnant every freaking year.”
I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her down for my kiss. “We can negotiate.”
Everyone knows I’m the best negotiator in Texas. My little fugitive wife doesn’t stand a chance.
EPILOGUE 2
CORA
SEVEN YEARS LATER
It turns out my husband gets even more persuasive with age. I held my ground on our first anniversary. Even Adam at his most persuasive couldn’t change my mind. And boy did I ever enjoy his efforts, but with a three-and-a-half-month-old baby at home, there was no way I’d agree to another one. I was exhausted from midnight feedings and still trying to find my footing as a new mom.
The next year, though, that was a whole different story. My husband gave me a foot rub that turned into a full-body rub that progressed to a nice spanking, and boom! A month later, I’m puking every morning and calling him not-so-nice names.
The pregnancies are rough, but the sweet babies make up for all the discomfort. I rub my extended stomach and groan as my fifth child does a full-body roll, causing my maternity dress to ripple. “Damn. That kid is about to pop right out,” Scarlett teases as she watches the action. We’re sitting out on my back deck watching the dogs chase each other while our husbands are keeping the kids occupied at the new Silver Spoon Falls Zoo. “Are they really sure there’s only one baby baking?”
“God, my doctor had better be right. I can’t imagine having two at one time.” I mean, it’s hard having four kids under seven, but two at one time means double the midnight feedings, diapers, and everything else that goes with having little ones.