Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“We should have had more children,” she says and touches my cheek.
“Nyet.” I shake my head.
I almost lost Pumpkin during the delivery, and the doctors had to remove her uterus afterwards. It was a decision I never wanted to make, but I did it to save her life. We were lucky that our daughter was perfect and healthy and Pumpkin made it. I don’t need anything beyond that.
“Where is Natalie now?” I look over Pumpkin’s head into the kitchen.
“She went to get more makeup.” I glare down at Pumpkin, and she winks at me.
“You tease me, woman.”
“Da.” She nods, and I grab her ass.
“You do this so that I will punish you.”
“Da.” She nods again.
“You know what happens when you speak Russian.” I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
“Oh, very much, da.”
She squeals when I slap her ass and carry her into the bedroom.
“You are doing this to distract me from my anger. But I will allow it because it ends with my face in your cunt.”
“Lucky me,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Then lie back and spread your legs. I want to start as I intend to finish.”
She lifts her dress, and I get on the bed with her. When I pull her panties to the side, I rub my nose between her folds and inhale her scent before I lick the same path and suck on her clit. She’s warm and wet and so needy. She puts her hand on the back of my head and holds me there as I savor her pussy.
The longer we are together, the more she demands her satisfaction, and I crave it. When she tells me she wants my cock, I’m at attention and waiting to pleasure her. When she tells me she needs my mouth, I fall to my knees. She is my queen and my light, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy.
“Inside me,” she says, pulling me away from her pussy.
I thrust into her with a long, hard stroke, and we both moan at the connection. Sixteen years later and it’s still perfect every time we join.
“I love you,” she breathes, pulling me closer.
“And I love you, krasota,” I tell her as I cover her body with mine and we make love.
Later, when I’m holding her, I’ll close my eyes and say a prayer of thanks that I found my soul mate. My life had not begun until the day I met her.
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THE END!