Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“You’re pregnant.”
“Yes.”
His eyes take on a sheen, his throat muscles working, and he surges into a laughing kiss, wrapping his arms around me and rolling us onto our sides. His overjoyed laughter only grows huskier and louder as he drops kisses all over my face and hair. “Holy shit, we’re going to have a baby.” Desperately, he searches my face, wiping my tears with his thumbs. “Don’t be scared. Don’t be nervous. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
“I know. I know. I’m so happy.”
“God, June Bug. I’m…” He draws me into a bear hug that makes my soul soar to the ceiling. “Happy doesn’t even come close. I love you. I love the baby. It’s going to be okay.”
I slide my leg over his hip, his erection still filling me, and I snuggle my lower body closer, loving the sensation of togetherness. Being joined in so many ways. “I’m going to be five months pregnant by the time this tour is over.”
His smile vanishes in a flash. “Is that safe? Should I cancel—”
“No. It’s perfectly safe. We’ll make a few adjustments.”
“I can’t be away from you,” he grates against my mouth.
“I can’t be away from you, either.”
We stare at each other for a few seconds, both of us beginning to shift impatiently, overcome by so many feelings at once. Love. Excitement. Wonder. Obsession. Lust.
Deke rolls onto his back, positioning me on top of him, and I whine his name into a kiss, working my pussy up and down his broad inches, his calloused hands in a rough grip of my ass cheeks. Guiding me, grinding me.
“Daddy’s sperm got me pregnant,” I whisper, licking into his mouth.
With a broken-off curse, his hips begin to smack up and down beneath me, jarring my molars together, his hungry eyes roving between my jiggling breasts and my face. “There’s more where that came from.”
“Give it to me.”
He moves faster, the couch springs groaning beneath us. “Give me yours first.”
Easy. All I have to do is look at Deke Decker and my body does the rest, knowing my pleasure has always belonged to him and always will. “Deke,” I hiccup, release moving like a swift current through my body. “Husband.”
“Wife,” he groans, lifting his hips on an intake of breath and flooding me. “My love.”
“My love,” I whisper, collapsing on top of him. “Forever.”
“Forever,” he vows, kissing my temple hard and holding me for hours, whispering plans for our future into my ear.
THE END