Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
"Say bye, bye, Mommy."
"Mama, Mama," he cries. "Umm...umm." I see he's looking past me to the last cucumber. I giggle and hand it over, stealing a kiss from both of my men in the process.
Anthony covers the baby's ears one with his hand and his chest with the other. Leaning over, he growls, "Get to work so I have something to read after I have my dessert." He wags his brows and slaps my ass before walking away. I wonder how long before he has to whisper that in front of the kids because they'll want dessert too.
I manage to get back to work and finish my first book by dinnertime. When I step out of the room with my paper copy in hand, I set it on the table and help Anthony with our son.
"Come to Mama, little man. Mama needs her love." He giggles and rushes over to me, moving faster and faster every day. He learned to walk just after he turned one, but since then, he's become a speed demon. Luckily, Anthony's workshop has been doubled in locks so our baby couldn't accidentally get inside. It makes us both feel super secure.
"Daddy needs his love too," Anthony growls behind me, gripping my hips and grinding his cock on my ass.
I stand and turn to him with our baby in my arms and then I kiss Anthony hard on his lips while my free hand massages his bulge. "I bet you do. As soon as dinner is done and put up, I'll give you all the love you need and then some."
He groans, tilting his head back, and I watch his throat vibrate. My pussy throbs, and I feel terrible because I'm holding our baby. I set him into his play yard and then really kiss my husband. "Dinner," he grumbles. That's when I hear the timer going off.
"Just in time." I move to take it out of the oven, but he scoots me out of the way.
"Woman, you know I don't like you bending over unless it's on all fours." He grabs the mitts and takes the food out of the oven.
"Thank you. You have been wonderful today. I hope the story will live up to your efforts."
"My precious Jules, what am I going to do with you? I've read the first half and still can't figure out who the killer is, and just as I think I did, the guy ends up dead."
"I can't wait for you to finish the story."
"Me either. Now get me the plates so I can serve us."
We hardly make it through the meal when his eyes are on mine. “I’m full.”
“Me too. And guess who is as well.” He usually passes out after his meals for about an hour, and that’s when we get a little alone time.
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Blade
“I’ll put him to bed—you get naked and into ours.”
“Yes, Mr. Santini.” She sashays out of the kitchen while I watch every inch of her ass move until she’s out of sight; then I scoop up my messy little guy and take him to his room to get him changed and in his pajamas. He doesn’t give me a hard time, which I’m grateful for. One day he’ll understand when he has a wife he’s addicted to, but for now, he’s my sweet, good little boy.
I make a mad dash to our bedroom and thrust the door wide open. The sight before me sends my cock beating against my zipper with the force of a wrecking ball.
She's kneeling on the bed, completely naked, hands pressed to the mattress as she looks up at me with her hair framing her face. There are no words...I'm undone. I need to be fucking buried inside her, but first I must have her sopping wet slit in my face, soaking my beard. I close the door and with each step, remove an article of clothing. By the time I reach our bed, I'm naked and my thick cock slaps against my belly. I kneel on the bed with my cock bobbing in her face. She moans and then slides it between her lips. It's quick and takes me by surprise.
I grip her hair, yanking it back just enough to tilt her head up to look at me with my fat cock in her mouth. “So beautiful. Take it deep.” I thrust it back and forth, doing my best not to nut down her throat, but she’s making it fucking hard. I pull out and gently nudge her backward until she hits the pillow and her legs rest in front of her. Nudging them open for my tasting pleasure, I drop onto my stomach and use her thighs to cradle my head as I lick her slit.
She cries out. “Fuck, Anthony. Oh my God.” She wrenches my hair through her fingers, gripping it hard as she shoves her mound in my face.