Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Looks like we’re having a boy,” I said and reached out to run one finger through her arousal.
“Uh-huh,” she said, and a little whimper jumped from her lips.
“More gender reveal parties should be like this. Pinterest doesn’t know what they’re missing.”
She grinned down at me, but that grin turned into parted lips and another moan when I slid my finger inside her.
“You think this pretty pussy is ready for a little party with the Supercock?”
“Give it to me, Daddy,” she whispered, her eyes alight with the kind of heated excitement that made me feel fucking insane.
No time to waste, I stood up, picked Cass up in my arms, and carried her over to the bed. And once I kicked off my boxer briefs, I lay on the bed beside her and lifted her body up so that she straddled my hips.
Once my cock was nestled tight inside her, I reached up to grab two handfuls of her perfect tits and watched the heavenly sight that was my gorgeous wife and her blue-jewel-covered pussy riding me.
Getting her pussy bedazzled just for me? Pure insanity. But also, the best fluffing thing ever.
My wife might’ve been nuttier than a bag of almonds, but she was the best kind of crazy, and I was one lucky son of bitch that I got to call her mine.
I’d Thatch That Forever? You bet your fucking sweet tits you’ll be thatching that for eternity, Crazy.
For the first time since we’d arrived in Panama City, I woke up without fear.
Hell, I even felt hopeful. I mean, my brilliant wife had declared her forever love for me by having some random woman in a salon glue jewels to her pussy.
Just the simple thought of it made my chest balloon with emotion.
Although I hadn’t a clue what big plans Cass had on the agenda today, all I could do was relax in the peace and serenity of my wife wrapped around me like second skin.
I had no idea what time it was or how I managed to wake up before my wife, but I didn’t care about any of it.
Cassie moaned a little in her sleep, and I imagined she was probably dreaming about the Supercock. That would’ve been the only obvious choice, at least. My woman loved my cock, and my cock fucking loved her.
I glanced toward the doors that led to the balcony and noted we’d been graced with another day of full Florida sun. And it was only then that I realized it was a little after nine in the morning.
Truly a record for Cass to sleep in this late.
And with the way she started to stir in her sleep, it appeared it wouldn’t be long before she opened those gorgeous eyes of hers and bitched at me for breathing too loud or some shit.
I grinned.
Yeah, she’d definitely wake up irritated. She always did.
Instantly, I had an idea. I was going to give her a wake-up call that would most certainly guarantee a smile and an “O” face.
Mmm-hmm. It’s time to enjoy a little good-morning snack.
The Supercock was instantly up and at ’em over the idea, and I carefully lifted the comforter and started to make my way down to the bejeweled little goddess that rested right between Cass’s glorious thighs.
But I only managed to get a few inches toward the mecca when I noted what looked to be blue stains on the white sheets and the comforter. My brow furrowed, I assessed the situation further and realized the color blue was every-fluffing-where.
What is this shit?
When I looked down at my chest, my skin was blue. And when I looked at Cass’s normally creamy skin, I saw more fucking blue.
The color covered her arms and her beautiful tits and her belly like she was Papa fucking Smurf.
On a mission to figure out what in the hell was happening, I tossed the sheets and comforter off us completely and started wrestling the covers like I might do if they were a pit of cobras. Unfortunately, the violent nature of my investigative pursuit woke up Cassie, and it was a little like waking up a toddler early from their nap or, say, dumping a cat in a bucket of ice water. Lots of hissing. Lots of shrieking.
“What the fluffing fluff are you doing?” she asked through a screech, glaring toward me with still-sleepy eyes. She kicked her feet and punched one fist into the mattress. “Goddamn, Thatcher! What the hell?”
“Honey, there’s something really strange…” I trailed off the instant my curious gaze latched on the jewels between my wife’s legs. Dumbfounded, I stopped, my eyes going wide.
Oh, holy hell.
My wife’s pussy appeared to be three times its normal size, and behind the sparkly blue jewels, her skin looked like she’d sat out in the sun butt-ass naked for twelve hours straight.