Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
I don’t even know where to begin unpacking this new reality. It is like trying to unravel a tangled ball of yarn. Whenever I think I have a handle on it, another knot appears, and I unravel instead.
I hope that with time, I can find my footing and figure out how to navigate this new and intimidating landscape. Until then, I could only take it one day at a time and pray that I didn't mess it all up.
Eli's hand on my shoulder is a warm, grounding touch, reminding me that I am not alone. The warmth of his hand through my thin shirt, his fingers gently rubbing circles along my back, grounding me in the moment.
“Baby, you’re making yourself sick about over this. He seems like a decent man on TV. Hell, that’s why we voted for him.” He’s right. The 2020 election was the first time I voted. I cast my ballot for my own father without even knowing he was my father. That has to mean something, right?
“You’re right, babe. Of course, you’re right.”
I reach out and take Eli's hand, his strong, thick fingers intertwining with mine. His is a reassuring touch that grounds me in the present. Before I know it, his lips are on mine, and our moans and sighs echo in our bedroom. When did we get naked? Did we leave the living room? It doesn’t matter because everything with him is amazing. The sounds are intertwined with our heavy breathing and whispered words of pleasure. The sound of skin on skin and the creaking bed fills my ears as he makes me come over and over.
He always knows just what I need. Thank God for Eli.
CHAPTER 8
ELI
SEVEN MONTHS PREGNANT
“Fucking shit, baby.” I’m gritting my teeth, trying not to shout, but damn, her pussy is so fucking hot and slick. “Damn it, slow down.” I grunt when my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“I can’t. I can’t. It feels so good.” She keens, leaning her forehead against mine. With one hand on her neck, I pull her further into me and bite her bottom lip before our tongues start their dance. She cries in her throat, her way of begging me to help her get there, but hell, I barely contain myself, and considering we are in my office, I need to keep this under control.
“Calm your little ass down before you upset my daughter.” I palm her stomach, and my cock twitches just like always with the evidence of my seed inside of her.
Things have changed with each new development of her progression. Somewhere between month five and the middle of month six, I no longer dreaded or feared this. The first time I felt my daughter move inside of her, something in me moved a little at a time. I began feeling like a father, a family man, and a protector. Don’t get me wrong, I was always my wife’s defender, champion, and wall, but a baby, my baby, will need me, depend on me, and look to me for…everything. That is a completely different feeling and responsibility. This little girl will love me, and I love her fiercely by God. Which is why once this greedy woman gets off my cock, I have some calls to make.
“Oooo…Eli… I’m…” Her cunt spasms, and I know what is coming. Reaching between her legs, I pinch her clit at the same time that I slam my mouth against hers in just enough time to catch her scream.
“Witch,” I whisper against her mouth. Holding her soft hips, I pump her up and down faster, jerking myself off with her pregnant pussy. “God damn it, I can’t get enough!” I grunt right before I lose my shit inside of her.
“Oh, God Eli. I’m coming again.” She smothers her cry against my shoulder. Together in my office on my leather chair, we cling to one another, shaking and leaking, kissing each other with both of our hands covering her swelling belly.
“How’s my daughter?” I ask, lifting her off my cock, cursing my horny prick when he twitches, seeing my seed drip down her thighs.
“She’s still sleeping.” I pull her dress down and her panties up before picking her up and sitting her across my lap.
“Good. Do you need a nap, baby?” She yawns and nods her head. “Okay. I wish I could go home with you, but I have a bunch of calls to make. I am going to have Henry drive you home, and I will pick you up for Lamaze class.”
“Sounds good. I love you, " she says, looking in my eyes. Like always, anytime I hold her in my arms or am the recipient of her adoring gaze, since the moment I met her, my heart skips a beat. She became a part of me the moment I saw her, and now, there is a part of us inside her.