Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
I walk into our bedroom and find Tiza fresh from a shower. She’s standing naked in front of the mirror, rubbing lotion on herself. I take the tube from her and take over. I love touching her. This quickly turns into her frantically ripping my clothes off and pushing me down to sit on the edge of the bed. She straddles me and slides her tight pussy down my cock until she’s fully seated.
“So full…” she moans. I lean down and pull one of her nipples into my mouth and bite down on it, just like she likes. She slowly rolls her hips before bouncing up and down on me. She feels incredible. She always does. I can’t believe how lucky I am that she chose me.
“Good girl, come for me,” I growl into her ear. She shudders, her wet hair dripping on us. Reaching between us, I rub her clit. Her pussy starts clenching around me, and I know she’s close. “I’m going fill you so full of my seed that there’s no chance in hell that I don’t breed you again.”
“Too late,” she moans, and I freeze. She doesn’t, though. She keeps riding me. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
I stand with her still impaled on my cock. She gasps, and I put her on her back and drive into her.
“You’re pregnant?” I growl, feeling every bit like the king she tells me I am.
“Yessss,” she hisses as I feel her come on me.
Rearing back, I come hard, filling her so much that it leaks out.
“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” I tell her when I pull out of her and lie beside her on the bed, our legs dangling off of the side. The turns to face me.
“And I’m the happiest woman. I was born for you, and everything in my life is perfect because I met you because you love me.”
“I do. I love you fucking much; it hurts when we aren’t together.” She puts her hand on my chest over my heart.
“We don’t ever have to worry about that.”
Then she kisses me, and nothing else matters.
The chemistry between us is undeniable.
Epilogue
TIZA
Eleven Years Later
I finish putting blush on my cheeks. I let a stylist do my hair but drew the line at my makeup. I tucked the younger girls, Lucy, Diane, Kate, and Dalilah, in and left them with their nanny about two hours ago. Our two older kids, Matthew Jr. and Deanna play video games until bedtime. I never thought I’d have need of a nanny, but I do.
“Matt, we don’t have time,” I say as he licks my neck.
“There’s always time, pretty girl.” I roll my eyes, but he’s already got me so turned on.
“Fine, but fuck me quick; we can’t be late for an inauguration ball,” I say, making Matt growls at my first use of a curse word. Ever. It seems appropriate, though. I’m wearing one of seven dresses I must wear tonight. I gathered from watching political dramas that there were a lot of inauguration balls, but I didn’t think I’d have to change before moving on to the next one.
My brother-in-law, Avery, was elected president in November. It was an intense election. A conservative Democrat has never been elected. Not to mention, Avery is a single Catholic one at that, though I doubt he’ll stay single for long. We just finished moving into the Navel Observatory this morning. That’s right, Matt is Avery’s vice president. Matt got very interested in politics when he worked for Avery while he was the governor. I was surprised when he told me Avery wanted him to run with him. We had to move from Massachusetts to New Hampshire since the president and vice president can’t be residents of the same state. Of course, I supported him. I was told we carried Utah, the most Republican state in the union, because of me. Our love story fascinated the press for a long time, but now the Gillman brothers are ready to run the country. My family came out of the woodwork. I thought it would ruin their chances but it didn’t. It surprised the hell out of me.
“There’s nothing quick about it,” he says, turning me to face the dresser. I pull the shimmery dress up to my hips. I’m not wearing any panties. He squeezes my butt with one hand. I hear his zipper behind me, and then he’s inside me. I moan as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.
“Whatever you say, Mr. Vice-President.”
“Fuck, I love it when you call me that, Miss Montgomery.”
“That’s Mrs. Gillman,” I remind him.
“Even fucking better. You look so fucking beautiful.”
“Mmm,” I cry.
“Come,” he demands fucking into me harder. The bottles on the dresser rattle with the force of his thrusts.
“Matt!” I scream as I come. He’s still pumping away behind me when the bedroom door bursts open, and my secret service agent appears in the doorway like he’s been running.