Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
What I really need now is his bigger roll between my legs, making me scream. Two days and it feels like an eternity. What is wrong with me? I’ve gone longer without it, but I feel like I’m in heat. “Why must you say it like that? It’s a damn turkey, Owen?”
“Because I’m horny too, beautiful and I see that damn look in your eyes. It’s the way you get when you’re riled up. Tell me, is there something you want to share with your husband on our anniversary.”
“It’s not our anniversary.”
“It’s the day we met fifteen years ago, and you’re just as sexy as ever, and even more horny.”
“Let me get this bird in the oven and then meet me in our bedroom.” I do as he says, getting heated because I’m about to come if he touches me. The second my husband busts through the bedroom door his eyes meet mine and there’s nothing but lust in them.
“Wife, I need you,” he grunts, freeing himself from his slacks. I lick my lips, wanting to drop to my knees right now, but from the way his bulbous head is already weeping with the need for release, it’s not a good idea. “On the bed.”
I get on all fours, lifting up my pretty dress that I picked for today. He sees my panties and groans. “Stuff my hole,” he reads them and growls. In a flash he shoves them to the side and pushes a finger into my entrance. “Soaking wet.”
“Fuck,” I stuttered, shaking as he runs his hand over my thigh. He pushes a second finger into me and I buck back, needing my husband deep inside of me. “Take me.” Owen tilts his hand and rubs his thumb over my clit, stroking it while leaning over to caress my tits.
“Is there something you’re not telling me, Mrs. Monroe?”
“I don’t know what you mean?” My voice comes out like a question. He squeezes my breasts, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Bad girl.” He pulls out his fingers and stuffs them into his mouth. “You taste so good and ready, but I’m not sure if you deserve it. Tell me what I want to hear.”
“I don’t…” His hand comes down on my ass.
“We’re having another baby,” I cry out. He pushes his way in and I moan. He ruts into me, leaning over and whispering his love into my ear. I can’t last and I’m coming after fingers land on my clit again. “I’m coming, Owen.”
“Thank you, beautiful. I love you.” He empties inside of me and then rests his forehead on the center of my spine. “I can’t believe it. Another one.”
“Tell me about it. We’re going to need a bigger house soon.”
“Grandma and Grandpa are coming,” River shouts.
“We’ll be down in a minute.” Giggling, I move around my husband and rush to the bathroom to get back to a semi-presentable looking hostess. Turning on the shower, I take off my dress, slide off the ruined panties, and toss them in the trash, knowing I bought several more for the holidays.
He grumbles about using another bathroom and family gatherings. I smirked to myself, thinking that Christmas is going to be a blast.
THE END