Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
I have a smile that refuses to leave as we walk along our farm next to the gorgeous sparkling turquoise sea. It’s just as Kaeso had imagined it and describe to me all those years ago.
The island is safe and friendly with natural beauty so heart-wrenchingly serene that it will bring tears to your eyes.
The past sixteen years with this man has been better than I ever could have imagined my life would be. He’s been a devoted father, a loving husband, and one tenacious satisfying lover.
We’ve built an amazing life on this island and have tons of friends that now feel like family. They’ve been better than my real family ever was.
“This is a beautiful view,” I say, stopping by the water. The sun is sparkling on the sea with the trees swaying gently in the wind. We’re surrounded by colorful flowers amongst the long grass. “It would make a lovely painting.”
When we arrived on our new island and purchased the house and farm, Kaeso had discovered the painting studio left in the back room. He disappeared into it to clean it up and throw out all that ‘junk,’ but when I went to check on him a few hours later, he had begun to paint the most gorgeous painting of me. He is as talented with a brush as he is with a sword, and he now paints for hobby and to help ease the echoing screams of his former life.
“It is quite lovely,” he says as he looks out at the spectacular view. “But not nearly as lovely as you.”
I swallow hard when I see that look in his eye. The look that got me knocked up six times.
“Take off your clothes,” he says with a growl.
I look around as my skin tingles. “Here?”
“It’s private.”
“I like the paintings you did of me in my youth,” I say, feeling shy and self-conscious as I wrap my arms around my chest. “I was beautiful then.”
“You’re more beautiful now,” he says as his heated eyes take me in.
“I have lines on my stomach and my breasts hang like the weighted branches of a tree.”
“Take off your clothes,” he commands in that firm dominant voice that always gets me going.
I gulp.
“You’ll barely last two strokes of that paintbrush before you start stroking something else.”
He grins as his hungry eyes darken even more. “Do you not wish to see that?”
I swallow hard as I think about it for 0.2 seconds. “Okay,” I say as I grab my shirt and slide it off, showing my bare breasts that have been sucked dry from my children, but somehow he still loves. “Is that enough?”
“Bottoms also.”
I grin as I wiggle out of my pants, shaking my hips as I pull them down.
“This will be a little too obscene to sell in the market.”
He licks his lips as he watches me. “This one is for my eyes only,” he says in a low throaty voice. “Just like your body is for my eyes only.”
And just like I had said, he gets about two strokes of his paintbrush in before he’s stripping down and walking over to me with his towering manhood as hard as a rock.
“Should we go for a boy this time?” I ask him with a grin as he thrusts in deep.
He smiles before it turns into a moan “Nah. Girls are growing on me. I like being a harmless cub.”
And minutes later, I have a seventh girl growing in my womb.
I can already tell, just like I could with the first six.
And just like the others, I know it’s going to be perfect.
The End!