Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 14955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“What if we get little miniatures of you?” She groans as I press a little deeper. Noelle just has to argue. My little elf is going to keep me on my toes.
“Then we’ll keep trying until we get a few mini-yous,” I promise her and shiver as her nails dig into my back.
Her tight inner muscles grip my cock tightly as I slide forward. “That sounds good to me.” She stares into my eyes and swallows. “Now, get to work knocking me up.”
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I hiss against her soft lips before sliding my tongue into her mouth. Noelle wraps her legs around me as I pick up speed. “And all mine.”
Noelle whimpers as I thrust deep. “We can discuss all our plans after you give me all those orgasms.”
“How many orgasms will it take for you to see things my way?” I circle my hips, making sure to rub hard against her clit with each rotation. Noelle digs her heels into the bed and lifts her hips up to meet my movements. “Cat got your tongue?” I suck the delicate skin below her ear.
“No. Your huge cock stole my ability to speak for a second. Now, shut up and get to work on those orgasms you promised me.” My sassy little elf sure knows how to get her way. I throw myself into the job of giving her multiple orgasms while ignoring my cock’s need to come.
I slide my hand under her and roll, pulling her over me. “Why don’t you do the work so I can make use of my hands,” I order her and reach up to pinch her nipples while she slowly gets the hang of riding me.
Reaching between our bodies, I press my thumb against her clit while lifting my hips to press deeper into her tight core.
“I really like this.” Noelle stares into my eyes. “Like, I really, really like this.”
“Me too,” is all I manage to growl as the orgasm I’ve been fighting since she climaxed a few times back comes barreling through me. “Now, give me one more.” I grip her hips and pull her down hard to meet my rapid thrusts.
Her expressive eyes fill with wonder as her inner muscles tremble around my cock. Noelle screams my name while my cock empties deep in her wet center. I almost pass out when visions of little elves who look just like their mother run through my mind.
Epilogue One
NOELLE
FIVE YEARS LATER
Dr. Turner points to the ultrasound screen. “It looks like you’re finally getting your little girl.”
“Are you sure?” Grey asks him as shock runs across his face. This is try number three, and we were starting to think we’d never get a little girl after two boys. “Aren’t those little boy parts right there?” My husband points at the white blob on the screen, acting like he can actually make something out in all the squiggly lines.
Dr. Turner throws back his head and laughs. “That’s the umbilical cord, Grey. We should all be lucky enough to have boy parts that size.”
“Some of us are, Dr. Turner.” I’m proud of my husband’s quick reply.
“Lucky you,” my doctor tells Grey. Oh my. My face heats at the direction this conversation is going.
“That’s enough comparing private part sizes.” I smack Grey on the shoulder before grumbling, “It’s not nice to brag.”
“I’m going to leave you to get dressed.” Dr. Turner walks to the door and turns to smirk. “Once Grey realizes he’s never going to win this argument, come on out and Mel will set up your next appointment.”
“Thank you, Dr. Turner,” I tell him before turning to stick my tongue out at my husband.
“If we weren’t in a little room in Dr. Turner’s busy office, I’d show you what to do with that tongue.” My husband leans over and places a soft kiss on the sensitive spot right under my ear. He freaking knows these pregnancy hormones make it hard for me to resist him. Even in public.
“The kids are having dinner with my parents,” I remind him. “Why don’t you take me home and show me what you have in mind.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
My husband blows through three stop signs on the way home. In his defense, there isn’t much traffic in Blue Spruce, and all the signs were out in the middle of nowhere. Unfortunately for my husband, Deputy Jones was parked in the clump of trees behind the last one. It looks like we’ll be “donating” more money to the sheriff’s department.
Mayor Heller and Sheriff Duncan endeared themselves to my husband when they put the screws to Bob Elkins. Once Santa’s Shoppe fired the disgraced night manager, several employees came forward to file restraining orders against him for harassment. Sheriff Duncan strongly recommend that Bob find a town to start over and the jerk took the sheriff’s advice. Last we heard, he’d found trouble in Texas that he couldn’t lie his way out of. And that was the end of us worrying about Bob.