Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Sara kept her eyes on me as I made love to her. She shifted her hips in sync with my thrust, allowing me to go even deeper and her clit to rub against my pubic bone. Soon, her eyes widened, and her nails sank into my shoulder as her walls clamped down on my cock.
I groaned, unable to hold back as Sara’s core milked my cock with her iron grip. She came with a muffled scream against my shoulder. My cock kept twitching inside her as we clung to each other. I didn’t put her down even when we were both spent from our orgasm. I enjoyed feeling her naked body against mine. She rested her cheek on my shoulder and let out a yawn. “Now all I need for utter contentment is more than two hours of sleep.”
I chuckled. “I wish I could help you with that, but Ambra simply wants your breasts, which is understandable.”
Sara giggled. “Once she’s a bit older, she won’t feed as often, and then you can spend more time with her.”
I set Sara down. “I can’t wait.”
It was wonderful to watch Sara being a mother because it was obvious how much she loved being one, but I was excited about getting more opportunities to spend time with Ambra once she wasn’t as fixated on Sara’s breasts. I glanced down at Sara’s impressive chest. I’d always loved her breasts, but they had grown quite a bit since she’d given birth.
Sara followed my gaze and rolled her eyes. She lightly slapped my chest. “Don’t tell me you prefer me with bigger breasts.” She turned on the water and quickly washed herself. The sight was mesmerizing.
“I loved your body before your pregnancy, during your pregnancy, and now that you’re feeding our daughter, and I’ll love it however it looks after.”
Sara stepped on her tiptoes and kissed me firmly. “That might be one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said. See, acts of service isn’t your only love language.”
Ambra let out a cry.
I raised my eyebrows. “I fear hers definitely is.”
Sara gave me a distracted smile and a swift peck before quickly drying off and rushing into the bedroom. After I’d cleaned up and dried myself, I followed her. Sara lay on her side, feeding Ambra. She was already asleep while Ambra was still nursing. The bed guard kept Ambra safe as she slept by Sara’s side. I watched her little content face for a moment, then pressed a soft kiss against Sara’s temple before I extinguished the lights.
The same contentment I’d seen on Ambra’s face filled my body.
Dad chased a giggling Ambra across the meadow behind our house. We had built it a few months ago and finally moved in two weeks ago. We could walk to my parents’ house, simply by following the pathway through the woods past the old oak. Sara wanted Ambra to grow up outside of the city, even if she hated being farther away from her family.
Because Sara loved the maritime vibe in the Hamptons but not the actual neighborhood, we’d chosen a blue-and-white exterior with big panoramic windows and a hammock on the porch. If you listened closely, you could sometimes hear the nearby stream, which was almost as good as the sound of waves in my book. And the view at the meadow and forest from the windows was perfect.
Dad roared like a dinosaur, which made Ambra screech and giggle as she stumbled along. Her brown curls bobbed wildly around her face, and her amber eyes flashed with happiness. Bacon frolicked beside them, excited to be in on the mayhem.
“After the surgery, I had a moment of worry that your father wouldn’t be able to handle the new situation, but I should have known he was too strong and stubborn to let a missing limb stop him.”
I smirked. Dad had worked hard to get used to his prosthesis, and for people who didn’t know, it was almost impossible to guess he was missing a limb below his knee. He eventually caught Ambra and let himself fall on the ground with her on top of him. I remembered Dad playing wildly with us when Primo and I were little. But with Ambra, he’d been showing a softer side that probably only Mom knew.
His jeans leg pulled up slightly, revealing the futuristic-looking prosthesis. Ambra was fascinated as always. “Show me more!”
He revealed the rest of the prosthesis.
“Part human, part machine!” Primo shouted, causing Ambra to giggle again. She had a fascination with robots, probably exactly for that reason.
Sara came out of the house with a tray holding homemade lemonade and cookies. I rushed over to her, alarmed, and took the tray from her. “You aren’t supposed to lift anything heavy.”
She rolled her eyes and caressed her round belly. “We’re fine. Everything is perfectly all right, and my doc said it’s even fine to carry Ambra. Trust me, she weighs more than that tray.”