Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
There’s another throb hammering right now, too, concentrated between my legs. I’m squeezing in and out of her tight, wet pussy and she’s doing that goddamn thing she does. Where she pulses her inner walls around my cock and looks me in the eye, her expression one of pure innocence in the mirror.
“Am I being a good girl, Daddy?”
I heave a groan, pounding into her all the harder, the slaps of our connecting flesh filling the bathroom. “You’re always so good. Always so good for me.”
She drops her voice to a whisper, as if we’re sharing a secret. “Can you make me pregnant again?” She scoots her high heels wider and tilts her hips, so I can see where my cock disappears into her body. “I miss you coming all over my pregnant belly, Daddy. Please?”
My balls start to erupt, but I clamp down on my lust, clenching my teeth to stop from busting too early. She does it every time. Every single time, the fucking goddess.
Holding onto my last ounce of control, I reach around the front of her body, dipping my fingers between her legs and petting her swollen clit, listening to her sob brokenly at the slippery friction. And I know exactly what’s going to push her over the edge. In the last five years, London hasn’t merely embraced or accepted my violent preoccupation with her. She’s become addicted to it. She craves the proof of my madness when it comes to her. So I press my mouth to her ear now and say quietly, “You’re already pregnant, baby. I tracked you to the doctor a week ago. And they know better than to keep anything from me about my wife.”
Her gasp is unmistakably excited, her affection reflecting in the mirror, along with her stark need. “I was going to surprise you tonight when we were celebrating.”
“You should know by now that there are no surprises between us,” I say, my middle finger moving in a blur on her clit until she screams. “I know everything about you. I love and worship every single part.”
“I love and worship you, too,” she gasps, deep in the throes, pushing me to a blistering peak. And later that night, when she cuts the ribbon on her very first roller coaster, I discreetly massage her stinging backside through her leather skirt, earning me a look of adoration, which I return, and will return for the rest of our lives.
THE END