Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Do you want your spicy ramen kimchi bowl or a massage?” While she thinks it over, I put her back against my chest and lift up her belly, relieving some of the weight. She sags against me and sighs not having to hold or carry this for a few minutes.
“Oh my gosh, you really are a good guy.” I kiss her neck and whisper in her ear.
“Only in public, baby. At home I’m the owner and master of your body.” she moans and turns her head to meet my mouth. It's a slow, lazy kiss, not about sex but about us.
“Did you make a choice?” I know she is thinking about it because that spicy bowl has been one of the things we have been trying out. We are trying to induce labor and so far nothing has worked. We have been fucking like bunnies but nothing. She has been eating all of the spicy food. We have been walking, exercising, squatting, everything but this little girl of mine is stubborn.
“Does a massage come with my favorite thing?” leaning into her mouth, I slide my tongue through pulling at her sensitive nipples. “Shit Royce.” I step back teasing her.
“Make a choice, baby.” She pretends to think it over before smiling.
“Can I have my spicy ramen bowl after?” Laughing I pull her into my arms as much as I can.
“You can have anything you want, good girl.” She grabs onto my head and pulls me down for another soul wrenching kiss. Without breaking apart, I guide us to the bed behind us and remove my shorts. I already wasn’t wearing a shirt. Scooting back onto the bed, I stroke my cock salivating over her blush pink nipples. They are swollen in the best way possible. She is secreting right now, not milk yet but it doesn’t stop me from tugging on them until something drips out. “Come baby, let me help you up.” gripping her ass, I pull her onto the bed and smile like I do every time she looks at me like Hercules because I can still lift her.
“You never cease to amaze me,” she says.
“Good. Now slide your amazed cunt down this prick.” Her eyes get hooded before she straddles my leg and slowly seats her herself.
“Royce. It always feels so good.” She groans when she is finally seated.
“Trust me, nothing feels better than your hot weepy snatch. Jesus even with my daughter inside of you the baby cave is tight as fuck.” she slowly moves back and forth on me, moaning softly. When my mouth latches onto her nipples she pulls me further into her tits and mewls softly. My hands, however, begin rubbing her lower back, making sure to press the part that really bothers her.
“Oh damn. I don’t know which one feels better. Your cock or your hands relieving the ache.” groaning, I thrust up once and she throws her head back. “Never mind. It’s definitely your cock. "That better be her answer. During moments like these it is not about getting her off, but about being connected and doing what I can to remind her she is the sexiest, strongest most sensual woman in the world to me. I want her to hold onto the fact that I love her beyond measure.
“How are you feeling, love?”
“So much better. But now I need you to…” she stops mid-sentence and then I feel a gush of liquid. I am about to make a joke about her being horny, but then she bends over and howls and the world stops. Oh shit. She is in labor!
For once in my life my mind fritzes out and I forget what it is I am supposed to do. “Royce!!” she yells at me. “If you don’t get your big cock out of me and help me get in the car I am never fucking you again.” Well that got me moving.
I pull her off me, get some clothes on us, and slowly walk her to the car. Her moans and screams gut me because this is not something I can fix. Once she is safely buckled into the car, I run inside grab her go bag and my phone. In the car, I speed off and call her doctor from the car phone.
“Dr. Linday speaking.”
“Doc this is Royce and Mari. Her water broke.”
“How far apart are the contractions?”
“Two to three minutes.”
“Well it would appear she is now anxious to meet you.”
I am about to agree when Mila shouts, “You think!?” My eyes get big because I have never seen her so much as get annoyed at another person let alone scream at someone.
“I will meet you at the hospital.” Hanging up I try to help soothe her by reminding her of the breathing we learned in Lamaze but apparently that was a mistake.