Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“If you’re tired you should go back to bed, baby,” he says next to my ear. I push my ass out so it rubs against his hard cock that I know he’s trying to keep at a distance from me. I may not be able to have sex, but that doesn't mean I can’t take care of my husband like he’s always taking care of me.
“Baby,” he growls against my ear, making me smile. I turn in his arms and my hand goes for his cock. “You know we can’t,” he reminds me. I ignore him and do the one thing I know will be his undoing.
I fall to my knees in front of him. He tries to step back, but when I wrap my hand around his cock we both know I’m getting what I want.
I watch his control snap as he reaches for my hair, tilting my head back. “Open,” he demands. I do as I’m told, opening my mouth for him as he slides his cock all the way to the back of my throat, slow as first. But soon his grip in my hair tightens and he thrusts faster. I moan when the first taste of his cum hits my lips, and I suck harder, wanting more. He grunts and his body goes rock solid as he cums down my throat.
I moan around him, making sure I get every last drop of him. When his cock springs free of my mouth, I lick the tip to get the last drop of him before I give it a kiss.
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me deeply. It’s hard but sweet and filled with so much love it almost makes me want to cry. Here I am with the perfect husband having the perfect life. I couldn’t have dreamed of a life like this.
“You win,” he tells me as he pulls his mouth from mine. “We can leave the house today.” He gives in, knowing without me having to say it that I’m going stir crazy.
“We can go next door and introduce Mrs. Honey to our little girl.”
I burst into laughter. We can leave the house but only to cross the yard.
“Sounds perfect,” I tell him, getting on my tiptoes to kiss him again. It’s actually the only place I want to go. I know she wants to meet the baby as badly as I want to show her our little girl.
I knew Mrs. Honey was going to be a grandma to her. A better one than my parents would ever be. I’ve put my parents in my life where they need to be—to the side. I still talk to them now and then, but it no longer hurts when I do. They are who they are and I don’t need their love.
Rocco and I are making our own family. It will be however we want it to be and I know it will be filled with so much love our children will never guess our devotion and love for them.
“Go get ready, baby, or I might change my mind,” Rocco slaps my ass and hands me a towel. I give him a fake glare that he isn’t buying and it only gets me another smack to my ass.
I turn to go get ready, but Rocco grabs me and pulls me back into him to kiss me again. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead on mine.
“Love you, Lizzy.”
“Love you too, Rocco,” I respond instantly, making him smile down at me. Neither of us gets tired of hearing each other say those words.
“Thank you,” he says, kissing me again before I can ask why he’s thanking me. When he pulls back his eyes are soft. “I know you’re not weak. I just like taking care of you. I can’t help myself.” I smile up at him. “You think I saved you that day but you saved me, too, baby. Life before you wasn’t worth a shit. You gave me life.”
“Rocco.” This time a tear does fall from my eye. He kisses it, stopping it in its tracks.
“They might have tossed me into a prison, but I was locked up long before that. You set me free.”
“We set each other free,” I correct.
Epilogue
ROCCO
Six years later…
I hit the nail harder than I need to, pushing it so far into the wood it will never come out again. I should be in my office going over plans for a new project we won the bidding on, but I need to burn off some aggression and I knew this would do the trick or I’d be walking around for the rest of the day like a bear with a thorn in his paw.
When I look up I notice no one else is around working. I listen but hear nothing. Where the fuck did everyone go? I drop the hammer and let it hit the freshly carpeted floor. I’m about to yell out for everyone to get their asses to work but freeze when my wife comes around the corner. Her long hair is down all around her in waves. My fingers itch to touch it. To touch her. All these years and I still can’t get enough of her.