Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Right there. Suck harder, Leigh. Use your teeth.” I’m sitting in my office chair. The blinds are closed, another change for the better. Where most men would want their women on their knees, no matter if there was carpet or not, Nix would never allow that. Maybe in the bedroom, where a pillow would go under my knees. Nix is protective, even more so now that I’m pregnant. Which is why he’s standing, fingers tangling my hair as he thrusts his cock in and out of my mouth while I keep up the suction. He’s such a gentleman that it was me on the desk a few minutes ago, with him sitting where I am now as he took me over the edge with my dress around my waist, panties stuffed in his pocket as I rode his fingers while his tongue and mouth worked my clit.
I turned in my notice to Minnie two point five seconds after I arrived at work the first day back, offering to work my last two weeks, but the media might be an issue. She let me go on the spot. Yeah, our small town of Abalee didn’t care too much for hitting me while I was down. She then reached back out and gave me a severance package a week later when the usual costumers noticed I wasn’t at the nursery anymore, making a fuss about how friendly I was and how the nursery was consistently open when I was there.
“Hmmm,” I moan, scraping my bottom teeth along his skin as I pull back from his cock, taking a breath as I do so before sliding back down until he’s completely seated inside my mouth. Nix is staying still as I swallow around his mushroom-shaped head.
“Fuck, I’m going to come, sweetheart. This time, you’re going to swallow me. Don’t let a drop go to waste.” It seems now that I’m pregnant, Nix isn’t particular about where he comes, spraying my body with his creamy white cum, coming inside my mouth, or when he’s inside me. I don’t respond. With my mouth full of his dick, it’s near impossible.
“Leigh.” The groan leaves him. He throws his head back, neck muscles working as I watch him attempt to hold back another noise in case we give away what we’ve been doing during our lunch hour. I’ve got news for Nix—everyone and their brother can put two and two together on what we’ve been doing. I swallow down each spurt as it shoots out of his body, trying to keep up with it so as not to spill a drop on my clothes. “Fuck, you look pretty, lips plump from sucking my cock, hair messed up from my fingers, clothes all jacked up because it was me giving my wife pleasure. Christ, sweetheart.” Nix makes sure he uses the word wife as much as he possibly can to anyone who’s willing to listen. Most of the time, I smile, but there are moments when I want to roll my eyes because it gets obnoxious after the first three times.
“Nix.” I’m out of breath. His daughter is currently knocking the wind out of me, and I’m also recovering from giving him a blow job. I watch as Nix tucks his length back into his pants, his deft fingers working the buttons up easily, then I’m handing him the rest of the clothes we discarded. As for me, my hair is a lost cause, so I throw it up in a jaw clip, weaving it up, then down, securing it in a business-like look to go with my dress.
“Come out. I think it’s time for lunch.” He holds his hand out for me while my feet are finding my leather sandals.
“At least you aren’t asking me to make you a sandwich,” I grumble, getting hungry thinking about food. This baby is similar to my first two pregnancies—morning sickness for the first twelve weeks, barely awake and hugging the toilet, starving the second I smell food. Was there ever any guess that we weren’t having a girl? Nope.
“I’d never. You’re scary when it comes to food,” he jokes. I smack his abdomen. He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips to kiss.
“Tell that to your daughter.” We walk out the door after I finish cleaning up in the restroom, washing my hands, brushing my teeth, and making sure my boobs aren’t popping out in their ever-present growing stage.
“She’s growing. It can’t be helped.” I waddle along. The laughter that comes from Rory and Emmy when they see me coming down the hallway has us all laughing, which then has me rushing to the bathroom. Being pregnant is not for the faint of heart, or your bladder.