Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Always.
Chapter 19
Igor
Pro hockey may be paused for the weekend – thanks for that football – but tongue hockey isn’t.
And let’s just say, I’ve put so many ginos on the board that my Slayer has been doing more leaning than standing.
She’s not used to having this much steady playing time.
Fuck, I can’t wait ‘til off-season when we can really get her “in shape”.
Pressing my tongue against Joeski’s sensitive back hole has her immediately shifting herself up onto her palms and throwing her head back in ecstasy. “Ohmyg-”
“Net.” One hard spank is delivered to her plump ass cheek. “Moye. Imya.” Another is executed to the opposite side. “Moy. Nomer.” Roughly splitting her behind to grant me better access precedes my final reminder. “Tol'ko. Moy.”
Yet again diving my tongue into the often thought of as forbidden territory receives me screeches of approval. This time, the mixture of my name and number being persistently moaned sounds more like a drunk text being spoken rather than anything actually intelligible. Feeling her entire body uncontrollably wobble while forcing her backside to literally jiggle its way across my tongue has my cock swelling in my boxer briefs to the point of pain, desperate to buried in the only pussy it ever wants to be in for the rest of its life.
No cap.
It’s like playing for the greatest team you’ve ever been on.
You don’t just walk away from that shit.
You only retire from it.
Or in this case…you ask it to marry you at the end of the season.
I’ve already got the ring.
Mom helped me pick it out and is now hiding it at her house.
I’m just waiting for the right moment to ask.
I slide my tongue back to the edge of the tight ring, teasingly roll the very tip of it around, and slip it in once more summoning intoxicating cries to reverberate around the rather small room. Devilishly dipping the slippery wet muscle in and out and in and out, cuts off her ability to catch a full breath, but the second I slip it a bit lower and savagely spread her sweltering juices all around my chin and nose and cheeks the worst combination of events instantly occurs.
“Nanny Joeyyyyyyyy!!!!” Bella calls out from the other side of the locked bathroom door at the same time my woman bellows, “I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Two opposing grumbles – both out of me – are attached to me standing to resume the somewhat awkward situation I now have to balance.
Would I trade my little girl in to have more sex?
Never.
Would I appreciate her allowing us to have a little more playing time without interruptions?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
“Nannyyyyyy Joeyyyy!!!” Jiggling of the handle increases in impatience. “Nannnnnyyy Joey!!!!”
The woman whose mitt I just had a face full of begins to change positions prompting me to point a stern finger in her direction. “Net.”
Her brow pierces together, “But-”
“Vniz.”
“But-”
I gesture the extended digit the direction I want her to return. “Vniz.”
“Nannnyyyyy Joeyyyy!!!”
She pleadingly waves a hand at the irascible three-year-old attacking the barricade blocking her from the woman she feels she needs.
Which she does.
Just not at this particular moment.
At this moment, I need Nanny Joey.
Pinned underneath me and coming on my cock.
Instead of verbally repeating myself a third time, I simply duplicate the action until her body is back on all fours with her perfect, made for my face, pussy high in the air on display.
She’s mine.
All. Fucking. Mine.
And I can’t wait to make that shit permanent.
Possessive groans have me aggressively undoing the lock; however, the instant my crystal gaze finds the unhappy, incredulous one that’s waiting through the crack of the door, I swiftly shift headspaces. “What do you need, Princess?”
“Nanny Joey.”
“Nanny Joey and Daddy need a few more minutes to finish getting ready. We’ll be done soon.”
Hopefully, not too soon.
I’m still trying to live down the embarrassment of coming too soon like our first time, although if you ask her, that’s not at all what happened.
But if you talk to the boys about how long a sesh should last, they’ll gladly tell you how much you fucked up.
Especially Snowman.
Bastard.
Her tiny little balled fists slamming on her pink leotard covered hips is accompanied by a harder frown. “But I need my ballalina bun!”
“And you will get it.”
She immediately pushes the door with the tip of her tights wielding foot.
“After Nanny Joey and I finish getting ready.”
“But Daddyyyyyyy,” Bella whines, tiny body bouncing in place.
“No more buts.” Except the one I’m going to be grabbing onto for a few minutes. “First, I want you to put on your shoes, next I want you to grab your Princess Belle ballerina bag, and last I want you to start an episode of Elena of Avalor on your tablet so we can take it with us in the car.”
Excitement battles concern. “I don’t wanna be late, Daddy…”
“We won’t be tardy to the party. I promise.”