Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“I love you, too.” I kiss his lips again, getting up to get dressed so we can go into the doctor’s office. I walk in first with Matthew following me.
“Here is a prescription for pills to help with the nausea when it comes. Do you have any questions?” She leans back in her chair.
“Yes,” I say, looking at Matthew. “Can we have hard sex?” I blurt out, Matthew’s head whipping around to me with his mouth open.
“What do you mean?” the doctor asks.
“Well, he’s very gentle when we have sex. Too gentle, so if he were to do it harder, would that hurt the baby?”
The doctor tries not to laugh at Matthew, who is sitting there with his mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out. “It should be fine. The baby is very well protected.”
“Yes, but,” Matthew stutters out, “my dick is huge.” Now it’s my turn to look at him with an open mouth. “I just don’t want to, you know, poke him.”
I put my hand over my mouth, stopping the laugh that’s coming out.
“I can say that in all my twenty years of being a doctor I’ve never had a penis poke the baby.” She tries not to laugh, but she can’t stop herself. “No matter how huge it is.” She does the motion with her hands. “Any more questions?”
We both shake our heads, getting up and walking out of the room and the office. While waiting for the elevator, Matthew asks me, “What do you want to do?”
“I want to go home and have hot sweaty hard sex.” I emphasize hard.
“You want it hard, baby?” he says, coming to me, my mouth going dry by the look in his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you so hard they will hear you on the fucking moon!” And with that, I almost come in my panties.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Matthew
“Is this what you meant?” I ask Karrie right as I slam into her. She’s on her knees in front of me, her head on the bed, her hands outstretched while she grabs the sheets. My hands grab her heart-shaped ass as I continue pounding into her. My hands move to her hips to grip her better while I continue.
As soon as we got home, I ripped her shirt off, literally in half. Going to my knees in front of her, I bit her nipple harder than I have before, her head thrashing back while she held my hair in her hands. I pushed her back on the step, taking off her jeans, and I buried my face in her pussy, making her drip all over the stairs.
Now here we are on round four, a thick layer of sweat covering us both while her pussy grips my cock so hard I can’t even go in and out.
“I’m coming,” she moans out while one of her hands slides between her legs, her fingers rubbing her clit. I plant myself in her one more time, roaring out my own release. Our pants fill the room. “That’s what I’m talking about,” she says, hitting my stomach after I fall beside her and turn on my side. “Knew you had it in you.” She rolls off the bed right before I’m about to catch her and bring her back to show her exactly what I have in me. I don’t have time because the doorbell rings.
“Shit,” I say, getting up to get my shorts on. “I forgot about Arnold.” I run out of the room while I hear the shower go on.
Opening the door, I see Arnold in his green uniform. “Hey, buddy.”
I reach out to shake his hand. “Thank you for coming out at night. With me traveling it’s hard to do this in the day.” I make him come in, bringing him to the stairs. “So this is what I was talking about.” I point to the wall leading upstairs. “If we need to expand the stairs I don’t have a problem doing that.”
Arnold takes out his measuring tape and starts measuring the steps, the width, and then from the top to the bottom. He takes out his pad and is writing down something when I see Karrie come downstairs in shorts and a tank top. When she sees Arnold her eyebrows pinch together, wondering who he is.
“Babe, this is Arnold. He will be installing the stair lift.”
She walks to me while I tell her.
“A stair lift?” she asks, looking between Arnold and me.
“It’s a chair that you sit on and it brings you upstairs so you won’t trip on the stairs.” I smile, thinking this is the best fucking thing I have ever done. I’m so proud of myself.
Arnold then starts talking, “What we are going to do is install it against the wall so we won’t have to touch the railing. We install it in one day, so we are out of your hair.” He smiles and then continues writing on the pad. “When is a good day for you?”