Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I missed my third calling as a beautician or whatever they’re called these days. Brushing Peyton’s hair has become like an art for me. I start at the bottom, work through the tangles, and then work my way up. I go slow, so I don’t tug on her scalp. Doing this makes me want to have a daughter, and if we do, I hope she looks like her mother. She’d be one lucky little girl, that’s for sure.
Regardless, we’ll take whoever science graces us with. A boy or girl. I don’t even care. I just want my wife to become a mother to our child. We just need one, even though I know she wants three or four. One to spoil rotten will be plenty.
“What do you think of Noah Jr.?”
“Who’s that?” I realize after I ask that I’m literally the densest husband on the planet right now. I don’t try to correct myself because Peyton has absolutely earned the right to make me look like the idiot I am.
“Oh gee, I don’t know, Noah!”
“Yeah, yeah.” I continue running the brush through her hair. “Honestly, babe. I’m not a fan.”
“Really? I love your name.”
“That’s because you love my d.”
“No, I’m pretty sure your dick isn’t named Noah.”
“Don’t say naughty words out loud.”
Peyton cracks up. “Why do you think the eggs can hear you? What are you going to do when there’s a baby in there?”
“What do you mean?”
She turns and looks at me, as if I should know the answer. Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. “You are a dirty talker, Noah Westbury. I hope you know this about yourself.”
Again, I say nothing.
“And yes, we will have sex when I’m pregnant.”
“I don’t want my thing poking the baby.”
“Your thing?” Peyton laughs hard, and I love every second of it.
I nod.
“First of all, your ‘thing’ won’t reach.”
“Are you saying I’m small?”
“Are you fishing for a compliment?”
I shrug.
Peyton takes her hairbrush and continues with her hair while facing me. “I can’t believe we are even having this conversation right now. Why did you buy the condoms?”
“Uh, because we’ve been using them! Or am I too small for you now?”
I flinch before the hairbrush hits me. It’s okay, I deserve it. When I start laughing, her mouth drops open. She tackles me. I let her. I can’t win all our battles. She has to show her dominance over me. Besides, I love losing to her.
I hold her to me and slip my hand into her robe, my hand ghosting up her side until it cups her breast. She’s complained about how tender they’ve been since she started the shots, so that’s at the forefront of my mind. My other hand grabs hold of her ass, pulling her forward. I’m hard and she gasps when she rocks against me. My eyes meet her gaze as my tongue darts out, licking her nipple.
“Noah.” I could come just by the way she says my name or the way she’s palming my cock right now.
“I’ll be fast,” I tell her, knowing her uncle is on his way over. Maybe if he rings the bell and we don’t answer right away, he’ll take it as a clue. I doubt it though. He has a standing surf date with Quinn now.
Peyton maneuvers my joggers enough that my cock springs free. My lovely wife leans toward the nightstand and grabs a whole sleeve of condoms, ripping one off the pack. We have to be careful, especially now. It’s never fun going from feeling your wife to having a barrier between you. Although, the clean-up is nice.
I switch to her other breast, paying it some equal attention while Peyton rolls the condom over my cock. She straddles me, taking all of me in.
“Fuck me, babe,” I say it to mean, holy fucking shit this is hot, but she takes as me telling her to literally fuck me because my wife with her glorious fucking tits starts bouncing on my dick. Honestly, I’m feeling sort of left out of all this. I can’t keep playing with her breasts and she’s doing all the work. I did, however, promise her I’ll be fast, and I intend to keep that promise.
“You’re fucking sexy,” I tell her as I let her tits slap me in the face. “God, I fucking love you.”
She says nothing. It’s probably time for me to shut up and do my part. I lean back slightly, giving myself a beautiful view of where we’re connected. Just watching her take my dick inside of her should be enough to make me blow my load, but it’s not. Mostly because I need her to come first. It’s always been my rule with her.
“Lean back, baby.”
She does, giving me the access I need. My thumb presses against her clit, soft and slow at first until Peyton sets the pace. The first quiver makes me smile.