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)
He is a bruiser and likes to eat every four hours like clockwork. Her pussy squeezes me tighter and tighter. “Oh you like me calling these leaky balloons mine, huh? You like knowing I own every fucking inch of you, don’t you?” I slide my hand behind her and open her ass cheeks. I rub against her rosebud and with my other hand flicking her clit. When my finger pushes through her ass she screams her release and falls on top of me but to the side.
“Oh God, babe. I needed that.” Kissing her forehead, I rub her back. My dick has been jetting inside of her this entire time, so I am dripping everywhere mixed with her release.
“Is my son still moving around?” Her belly seems less active right now.
“Nah, I think he’s napping now.” I continue to rub her. Taking a moment for ourselves, As the parents of four with one on the way, we have to steal this time when we can. But I am not complaining.
We had Rae and settled into a new place; a house gifted to us by my parents. I finished school and became the manager for an elite tourist hotel in the area. This one caters to the rich and famous and my salary reflects it. I would have worked for my mom in a heartbeat, but she has had her manager for ten years and didn’t need me.
Two years after Rae we welcomed our daughter Lynn, followed by RJ two years after that and Madilyn two years after that and now she is pregnant with our son. We are going to name him Ross. We discuss all the time if we are done and sometimes we are definitely yes, then other times we say no. To be honest, I feel like when God is ready for us to stop, he will stop giving them to us.
Smiling, I look down at my wife and chuckle at her tiny little snore. Kissing her mouth, I lift her off me trying not to wake her, laying her down, covering her up. For a moment I stare down at my reason for existing and give thanks for finding her. She is my life, and our kids are my heart.
I am constantly amazed at the love I have in my life and the joy. I reflect on the journey I took to get here, and it always makes me smile. And they say nice guys finish last. Not this one. I am at the top of my game, and I am still not finished. Not until my last breath. I will love her until the day I die.
Forever.