Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“No, you promised.” Yeah, I did. It was her reward for doing well in school and passing with honors. “Okay, but you’re killing me here, my cock’s about to break the fuck off.” She paid me no mind, just kept up her teasing shit. Riding my cock one minute and squeezing me with her pussy walls the next.
I knew how to get her to behave, how to take over and find the release I so badly needed. I placed my hand on her tummy, letting my thumb trail down to her clit. “My baby’s in there. I made a baby in you.” She stopped and her eyes grew soft as she leaned over to reach my lips.
One kiss grew into two and I whispered how much I loved her as I turned her to her back and took the reins. The doctor had reassured me that it was safe to have her, but still I went slowly. Her body was more sensitive now, and it didn’t take long to bring her off. Just a touch of my tongue against her nipple, or a press of my thumb on her clit.
I did both and her pussy clamped down on my cock as she came. Her cries and pleas for me to fuck her harder made me rut in her like I hadn’t already bred her.
It was a totally different experience fucking her while she was carrying my child. Words cannot express the overwhelming love that wrapped itself around my heart as I clasped her to my heart just as my cock began to answer the strong pull of her pussy as she came.
“Solomon.” I knew that tinge of fear in her voice. I’d heard it each time her orgasm was too much and she lost her breath and all control of her body.
“I’ve got you babydoll; cum.”
Epilogue
SOLOMON
“Ouch.”
“What, what is it? What happened?” I rolled to shield her body with mine in my half wake state. She was rubbing the huge mound of her tummy and pouting.
“Your child won’t keep still in there.”
“Again? Doesn’t he sleep? He already kept me up half the night with his shit. Disrespectful.” I yawned and dropped my head back down on my pillow.
“Kept you up?”
“Well, yeah. Each time he moved, you moaned and I heard it even in my sleep because I haven’t had a full night’s sleep since you took over my life. Don’t laugh; it’s not funny. Bad enough, after the little shit gets here I won’t ever sleep again until I’m in the grave. The least he or she could do is let me get these last few weeks of rest.”
“This I have got to hear. And what pray tell will be keeping you from sleeping peacefully?” I looked over at her. She was beautiful, radiant even. Her hair had grown out and thank fuck the curls were back. Her face was soft and her eyes bright with happiness, just the way I like her.
“You’ll see. I already stay up all night worrying about you, I’m pretty sure with a little one it’s going to be even worst. You’re going to worry about them, and I’m going to worry about you worrying. So let’s make a deal now. I’ll do all the worrying, all you have to do is enjoy the good times.”
“You’re nuts.” That’s what she thinks, she’ll see. She has no idea what it’s like to be responsible for another being. To know that their happiness, their joys and sorrows, their very safety, is in your hands. You go to sleep worrying and wake up the same. The years may change, even the worry does too, but there’s always some fuck to worry about.
Right now my biggest worry is this birthing thing. Try as I might I can’t seem to get a straight answer from anyone. Some of the women at her Lamaze class bullshit say that the first time can go either way.
Some say the first had them in labor for days, some said hours and a handful said it took mere minutes. I still don’t know what the fuck. And whoever came up with the idea of showing a live birth to a room full of pregnant women, some of them there for the first time should be shot.
I damn near did shoot the instructor, who thought that shit was funny. I still don’t see the humor, shit made me sick for days. Mom volunteered to go after that, but I couldn’t hand over my responsibility to someone else. Ever since she’d been hurt I’ve stayed on top of her. She doesn’t step one toe outside unless I know about it.
She bitches and moans but I listen to her gripes and carry on as usual. Her new team, and hopefully the last, are all ex military. They know they don’t answer to her, they answer to me. The first few times she tried to go over my head she found out real quick just how that shit worked.