Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Oh yeah, I like the sound of that.” He breathes and I feel him harden up against my hip.
“To stay alive you have to play along and pretend you’re pregnant,” I whisper into his ear as I nip it with my teeth.
His eyes meet mine and he smirks.
“And we can strap a ten- pound bag of potatoes to your stomach and see how sexy you feel.”
He pushes me backward until I am up against the wall. His arms surround me, effectively trapping me in, and his erection digs into my hip.
“You’ve never been sexier,” he whispers onto my lips as his tongue slowly ploughs though my mouth. “I’ve never wanted you more than I do now.”
My breath catches.
“You have a pregnant woman fetish?”
He smiles darkly as he pumps me with his hips. “Maybe I do.”
“Sick,” I mouth. “You better get your kids to bed early then.” I smirk.
“Why is that?” He smiles against my lips as his hand explores under my skirt.
“Because I want to have pregnant sex with my husband.”
His fingers slip underneath my panties and I pull back and shake my head. “Kids in bath,” I mouth.
He rolls his eyes and steps back. “Bath time, guys,” he calls. “I’m super tired and I want an early night.”
He grabs my behind and drags me across his large cock. “You have an hour and a half, Mrs. Mac, before you are going to be fucked. Hard.” His eyes drop to my lips and he grabs himself through his jeans to release a bit of tension.
I smile and slide my hand down his jeans and cup him in my hand. “Two children, dinner, and bed first,” I remind him.
He tips his head back to the ceiling in frustration. “Bath time. Now,” he snaps as he disappears up the stairs.
I hear the shower and bath turn on and I smile as I continue to finish dinner.
This is life.
This is love.
Stace style.
The End