Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmurs right before he drops his face to my pussy and sucks on my clit.
Within minutes, I’m coming all over his face, but instead of pulling back, he laps at my orgasm like he’s dying of thirst and my juices are his only source of hydration.
“I could live off the taste of your cunt,” he says, rolling off the bed and licking his lips.
I’ll never get over the way my husband desires every part of me. We’ve only been together for a short time, but the man is definitely good for my self-confidence.
He eye-fucks me—I’m sure trying to decide how he’s going to fuck me.
Now that I’m showing, he’s more careful. We do it all from behind because he doesn’t want to squish me.
But this morning, I’m in the mood for something different. So, before he can make a decision, I crawl over to the edge of the bed and slide down so I’m parallel with his erection.
I wrap my fingers around his thick, hard length and kiss the head of his cock, making him groan. And then I take him all the way down my throat, fucking him with my mouth, until he’s moaning that he’s about to come.
“Not yet,” I tell him, making him adorably pout, like a child being told he can’t have dessert before dinner.
With my breasts pressed together, I guide his cock through the middle, and he curses under his breath. He’s mentioned titty-fucking me several times, but he’s yet to act on it.
“Jesus, Sweetness,” he hisses, watching as I fuck him with my breasts.
When I lean over and suck on the head, he loses it. Replacing my hands with his own, he thrusts his cock between my breasts—up and down, the metal bars rubbing my flesh.
“Yes,” I breathe, continuing to lick his cock while he fucks my breasts. “That’s it. Come all over my tits.”
My dirty talk is his undoing. He thrusts one more time, and then spurts of cum shoot from his slit, landing all over my neck and breasts.
While he stands there, catching his breath, I lock eyes with him and dip my finger into the stickiness. I bring the tip of my finger to my mouth and suck on the cum, making him groan.
“Keep that shit up, and the second you pop this little one out, I’ll be knocking your ass up again.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
He leans down and takes my face into his hands. “A motherfucking promise. Now, get your ass in the shower. We have plans today.”
“Happy baby shower, sis.” Lorenzo hands me a card and kisses my temple.
I’m due next month, and since the nursery has been ready for months and the baby has everything she’ll need, I told Matteo I didn’t want to do a baby shower. But Bri and Peyton had other plans. When we showed up at Pasquale’s, thinking we were having dinner with our family, we walked in to find the most beautiful baby shower.
I open the card, and inside is a gift certificate to the spa downtown that I love.
“Figured you might want to have some time for yourself before the baby comes … and after.” Lorenzo shrugs.
“This is awesome. I was just telling Peyton that I need to get my hair and nails done before I go into labor.” I push the certificate back into the envelope and give my brother a hug. “Thank you.”
“What? Nothing for me?” Matteo jokes.
“Oh, it’s totally for you too,” I say, waggling my brows and making everyone laugh.
“This is from Larisa and Walter,” Peyton says, handing me another envelope.
I open it, and inside is a certificate for baby-and-me classes.
Larisa and Walter are on a trip but plan to return once I have the baby, so it’s nice that they thought to have Peyton give us a gift even though they couldn’t be here.
“I love the classes,” Peyton says, obviously knowing what’s inside. “Now, you’ll be able to join me!” She grins and then hands me another envelope. “This is from Dominick and me.”
“You guys didn’t have to do this,” I say, opening the envelope.
I pull the card out and laugh at what I read. “A weekend away for two at Hotel Blu with couple massages and a promise to babysit.”
“Trust me, after the baby comes, you’re going to need it,” Peyton says with a laugh.
“I love this!” I hug Peyton. “This is perfect.”
“Hell yeah,” Matteo says, giving his brother and then Peyton a hug.
“Here’s my gift,” Bri says. “It’s not as creative.” She side-eyes Peyton, who sticks her tongue out at her playfully.
I open the envelope, and inside is a certificate of stocks. “What is this?” I ask.
“It’s your baby’s first investment. I bought some stocks, and once she’s born, I’ll transfer it into her name. I want her to have something of her own so she never feels like she’s dependent on anyone,” Bri says, emotion laced in every word. She clears her throat and then adds, “And every year, for her birthday and holidays, I’m going to add to it.”