Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
He holds my hand and pulls me through the living room, behind the bar that lines one wall before placing my hands flat on the counter in the back and flipping the tail of the long shirt up over my ass.
“Bend over. I’m needy.” Ash grunts and I feel the head of his cock line up with my soaking opening right before he thrusts home in one motion, leaving me breathless.
He’s always hornier when I’m pregnant, if that’s possible. But then again, so am I.
“You’re so beautiful. You are truly my angel,” he whispers as he fucks into me from behind.
He reaches under the shirt and grabs both my breasts, squeezing them and making me moan as he slides in and out, hitting that perfect spot inside of me.
His cock still stretches me to my limits, and I long for the feeling of his cum dripping out of me.
“God, Ash...” I groan, dropping my head to the cool counter as he drives the air from my lungs with each thrust. “You’re fucking me like a rabid dog.”
“I’m an animal for you, baby. You know that. Quit teasing me, wearing my shirt around with nothing under it. I know that pussy is wet, I know your tits are full. What’s a dog to do when you bait me like that?”
I giggle a little and give in to the growing tension his cock is creating. He’s milking my tits and fucking into me so hard I have to grip the edge of the counter, pushing my hips back into each thrust.
This is a special spot for us. A place where we can have each other while the kids are out back or in the adjoining family room, and they can’t see us. After all these years, Ash still can’t keep his hands off of me, and I think I only enjoy our intimate life more as time goes on.
“God, baby, you’re so fucking warm and tight. Milking my cock.”
“Of course, I am. It’s all for you. I want it all inside me.”
I crave his cum. In my mouth, on my tits, my body, inside me, anywhere really. I never understood what sex could really mean before. My upbringing only taught me the shame of it all, when in fact, it is the beauty that only we share with each other.
It doesn’t take long, and we both cum together, Ash’s warm release filling me and giving me a sense of comfort.
When we come down, he spins me around, opens the shirt and sucks on my tits for a few minutes, taking the edge off.
“Breakfast.” He smiles and kisses me, his hand rubbing my belly. “You still thinking a girl?”
“Yep. Pretty sure.” I’ve been able to predict the sex of each of our babies early on, so now it’s become a bit of a game.
I didn’t stay Anastasia Snow for long. I enjoyed the cooking, but I enjoyed being a wife and mother more. I still do a bit of blogging about food. I make all the baby food as well, so I have a lot of posts about that. But overall, I didn’t want the notoriety.
Cameron still works for Ash and has brought them some wonderful new talent over the years as well as kept the charities organized and on the up and up.
It was difficult enough for a few years to get the press to leave us alone. We live here in Ohio about a third of the time, then we have our other home in rural Connecticut and a penthouse in Manhattan, as well as a villa we just bought in France.
We are gypsies in a way, but the kids are always with us, and we are always together. We fly on our private jet, so I am a fairly spoiled gypsy. Ash still runs his businesses, although he spends less and less time at the office as the years go by.
We talked about him retiring in the next five years because his true joy lies here at home with us.
Our charities take up a lot of our time, and even though we work on them together, Cameron and the staff do the lion’s share of the work.
The one thing we don’t have, however, is house staff. I like our home life to be just ours, and the kids all do chores from the time they are able.
My father and I came to terms after the first year of my being married. I didn’t give up, I just kept in touch and finally, little by little, he came to realize that my life is mine and his is his.
And those things do not preclude us from having a relationship. He comes to Sunday dinner when we are in town. But some things won’t change. He won’t fly to see us and doesn’t feel comfortable too far from the community, and that is fine. He is his own man.