Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 46840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
The baby was coming along well in her tummy which was nice and round on her small frame. I think she looked sexy as fuck and the reaction of my dick when I walk in the house every
evening and see her sitting in one of her tight tops that shows off her bump is testament to that fact. Far from curtailing our bedroom theatrics this pregnancy deal has amped things up
a little. She likes having me inside her every chance she gets and she has her sneaky little ways of getting what she wants. If I’m in my home office working on something and she gets
hot she’d come in and give me a little show, which would make my cock hard enough to pound nails. Then I’d bend her over my desk and fuck the shit out of her until we were both happy and
I could get back to what I was doing.
After the situation with Samuels I’d decided to take it easy on her. I gave her more leeway though it drove me insane. I’m one of those fuckers that need to possess what’s mine. I needed
to be in control at all times, it was the only way I could keep her safe. But I’d throttled back and given her some space. She’d put paid to that shit with the dress thing. It had taken
me a few days of her walking around with the cat that ate the canary smile on her face to realize she’d played me but I let her have that one.
Samuels the fuck was in a prison infirmary in one of the worst prisons in the country. I’d pulled some strings to get that done but I didn’t want him doing his time in some cushy hole
somewhere fuck that. For trying to fuck with my wife his ass was now mine for the rest of his miserable life. Some days Supe swears he should’ve just let me kill the fuck, especially
after I’d found a way to have it leaked in his new home that he was an ex cop, oops. He’d been stripped of everything by the time I was done. Now he was a non-talking cripple in a wheel
chair who had no way of telling anyone who’d fucked his shit up. As long as the fuck’s mind still worked I was satisfied, he should live everyday with the memory of how he got there.
Her sperm donor was another asshole I’d put behind bars. He and his band of dirty cops weren’t faring much better. I’d made sure his wife got everything that was left when the smoke
cleared. He wouldn’t be needing t where he was and since there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of him ever seeing the light of day again his wife and daughter had benefited. It helped
that he’d built up his wealth by using his wife’s inheritance in the first place the piece a shit. So the judge had seen no problem with giving her back what was rightfully hers. Now
she’s under my care as well though it had taken me a minute to warm up to her. Seeing her with my wife and her excitement over my son had gone a long way to assuaging any hard feelings
I’d held against her. In the end she was just one more in a long line of people whose sole purpose in life seemed to be helping my wife find new ways to send me to an early grave.
Now I have to go deal with this shit, no doubt my house would be full of women doing who knows what to the shit. She listens when she feels like it these days because I can’t beat her
ass and I hate giving her the cold shoulder which she seems to see as the worst of the two.
I roared my bike down the drive and parked before running up the steps. Just as I expected my house was full of people. I saw my little sneak trying to slip away while the others smiled
and acted like they were supposed to be there with their shit. “Take it next door ladies.” Jacqueline peeped around the corner at me and I gave her my you’re gonna get it look. “You,
find a chair and park it.” I pointed a finger at her; she rolled her eyes but had the good sense to obey me. “Son we’re almost done, it doesn’t make sense to move everything over there
now…” Mom was putting the finishing touches on an egg or some shit. Melissa was sitting Indian fashion on the floor doing the same while Linda and Mindy were putting eggs in baskets.
“Here babe I think these are the last…oh shit.” You’ve got to be shitting me. My new brother in law of three months headed back into the kitchen with his basket of, I guess more eggs.
What a sap, my sister has that poor man so whipped it’s embarrassing; he’s young yet, he’ll learn. “Get it moving people, mom you should know better, she has to stay off her feet.” They
all started talking at once, my wife my mom and hers were the loudest of the bunch. “Son it’s okay women have been having babies since the beginning of time…”