Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I think this is the first time I’ve ever complained about being trapped in this bed since Rocco came home to me, but with sex off the table, I need to do something. You would have thought my labor was hard with how Rocco is treating me.
Not only was labor easy, but so was being pregnant. All of it was more than easy. I’d almost swear life dealt Rocco and I enough crap that now it’s making up for it by ensuring nothing slows us down from making our life together.
I’m actually worried I enjoyed being pregnant a little too much. Rocco rather enjoyed it himself, too. I can still remember watching those dark eyes of his fill will tears when I’d told him he put a baby inside me.
We are going to end up with a house filled with kids. The thought makes me smile so big it almost hurts my cheeks. We did make the cutest baby I’ve ever seen. How could we stop now?
My eyes flutter open when I hear footsteps coming from the hallway. I sit up, expecting to see Rocco holding our little baby girl, but he doesn't have her in his arms. “She’s asleep,” he tells me as he clears the distance between us and leans down to kiss me. I sigh into his mouth as he makes love to my lips with his own.
“Now it’s your turn,” he tells me, taking my hand in his to guide me into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower and strips us both of our clothes. He pulls me in under the warm shower spray.
“Daddy has to take care of you, too.” He kisses me again. I moan, letting my eyes fall closed as he lathers up my whole body. He takes his time and doesn’t miss an inch of me. My husband has a thing for washing me. I have a thing for him doing it. I can’t stop another moan from leaving my mouth as he washes my hair next. I’m sure the sound isn’t helping him right now.
“Are you trying to make me sleepy again?” I mumble, feeling way too relaxed for this early in the morning. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to get me to pass out so I won’t leave the bed, where he is determined to keep me captive. He worries too much. I know he says I’m soft and sweet, but I’m not breakable. I need to remind him of that and I know just how to do it.
“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.