Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
“I love you, too.” I lean over and close my lips around one of her berry-hard nipples. After giving it plenty of attention, I kiss my way over to the other side.
My wife reaches between us and wraps her soft hand around my cock, which sends electricity flowing straight down my spine. As she slowly strokes my sensitive erection, I kneel next to her on the bed and nudge her legs apart.
She sighs my name when I press two fingers deep into her wet pussy. As her inner walls clamp down on my fingers, my cock hardens impossibly further.
I’ve been sporting a constant hard-on since the moment we met, and I don’t see the fucker going down anytime soon.
As I press my finger against her hard clit, my wife begs, “Please, I can’t wait anymore,” then attempts to drag my cock closer to her wet opening.
“Hold on, Aphrodite.” I nibble on her soft earlobe. “I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy until you’re begging for mercy.” As I press deep into her tight core, her inner muscles clamp down hard on my cock. It takes all my control not to come too soon.
She digs her sharp nails into my upper back and holds on while I pound deep into her sweet pussy. My little goddess lifts her hips up to meet each of my frantic thrusts. Way the fuck too soon, I feel the tingling at the base of my spine and know I’m not going to hold off my orgasm much longer.
I reach between our bodies and press hard on her clit while circling my hips, making sure to press my cock against the spot deep in her pussy that drives my little goddess crazy. When she comes screaming my name, I release my hold on my control and pour all my love deep into her sweet pussy, hoping this time my swimmers will do their goddamn job and knock up my gorgeous wife.
Epilogue
Brielle
Three years later
I’m pulling the covers up over my sleeping two-year-old daughter when the freaking phone rings in the other room. “Of course, it would ring right now,” I mutter under my breath and finish tucking in Ashlynne before quietly heading out to the living room to see if the missed call was the one I’ve been waiting on.
I grab my phone off the counter and take a deep breath before I glance down at the screen and see the call was from Mavis, our literary agent. Shoot.
I debate going up to the office to find my husband before returning the call but decide I can’t wait. I need to know right this second if the movie company has picked up the rights to our first co-written book.
“It’s about time,” Mavis answers on the first ring.
“Sorry, I was tucking Ashlynne in for her afternoon nap.”
“How is my goddaughter doing?”
“She’s wonderful like always. Now, freaking stop stalling and tell me what happened.”
“What happened is your book is going to be a movie.” Her words cause my knees to buckle, and I have to hold on to the counter to remain on my feet. When Asher decided to ditch his first pen name to write with me under a new pen name, Mavis was leery of the move but went along with it anyway. It took a while for her to find a publisher who was willing to publish our new series with all our conditions. First and foremost, we want to remain anonymous. Asher has lived his life in the limelight, and he doesn’t want our family to deal with everything he’s had to go through since his early days with Soul Obsession.
Next, we work on our own schedule. Our family comes first, and we won’t promise to produce a book every six months like most publishers want.
Mavis worked hard on finding us the right deal, and her efforts paid off. Not only was our first book a huge success, but we’ve managed to keep our pen name a secret from everyone, including Asher’s former bandmates. We decided that keeping our secret from the entire world, including our friends, was the price we’d have to pay to ensure our privacy and to keep our family out of the limelight. Who’s to say we won’t tell our friends our little secret someday, but that day isn’t any time soon.
After the Soul Obsession reunion tour, all the guys went their separate ways with their soulmates. We’re all still very close, but the band is definitely a thing of the past.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” I mutter over and over again. “I have to go find Asher.”
“Tell him I said hi. You guys give me a call tonight after you get Ashlynne down and we’ll discuss everything.”
“Okay. Bye. Oh, and thank you,” I sneak in before I hang up. I can’t believe this is happening. Actually, I can.