Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath before I’m pulling my cock out and entering her in one solid movement.
“Shane,” she gasps as I fill her. “Condom.”
“Don’t want to,” I grunt, caging her in and kissing her the way I’m fucking her—hard and deep.
“Oh God, Shane, I’m close,” Kinsley groans.
“Tell me I can come in you,” I say, continuing to fuck her raw.
Sure, I might sound like a damn caveman, but in my defense, I’m addicted to my wife, and it doesn’t matter how much time I spend with her, how many times I make love to her. I can’t get enough. If it wasn’t for the eight-month-old and eighteen-year-old in the rooms upstairs, I’d probably live inside her. And I have every intention of getting her pregnant a couple of more times if she’ll allow it.
Her eyes pop open, and she stares at me for several seconds, knowing what that means. Without protection, there’s a chance she can get pregnant. We’ve been using condoms since our son was born, but we’ve talked about starting to try again. And right now, I’m straight-up telling her I want to start. If she tells me to pull out, I will. My wife calls the shots, but I’m really hoping she’s going to give me the green light.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Come in me, Shane.”
My mouth connects with hers, and Kinsley lets go, her pussy tightening around my shaft like a vise and pulling every drop of cum out of me, no doubt coating her inner walls. The thought of getting her pregnant has my cock staying semi-hard.
“I can’t believe you,” she says once she’s come down from her orgasm high. “Is this because of what today is?”
“No,” I scoff, but she glares, knowing I’m full of shit. “You said okay,” I point out.
“Only because my logic was replaced by my need to come!” She playfully smacks my chest. “Admit it. Your baby girl is leaving for college, and you’re freaking out, so you’re trying to fill the damn house with more babies.”
Because I can’t argue her logic, I simply shrug, and she cracks up laughing.
“Hey,” she says, pulling my face down to hers. “You want to have another baby? You already know I’m fine with that. But you can’t replace Taylor, and she’s not leaving us for good. She’s going to college a few hours away. She’ll visit. We’ll visit. It will be fine.”
“I know,” I say, nuzzling my face into her neck so I can inhale her scent for a few seconds.
There’s just something calming about my wife. Her smell, her touch, the way she’s so damn sour on the outside but sweet on the inside. I can’t get enough.
After I’ve gotten my fill of her, I look up at her, knowing she’ll get it because she’s not just my wife and mother of my child—she’s my best friend.
“I woke up this morning, and it hit me that she’s about to be gone, and I love our chaotic house. It’s full of love and laughter, and, fuck, Kins, Colton is almost one already. Soon enough, he’ll be going to kindergarten, and then he’ll be off to college, and it’ll just be me and you and—oh fuck! Becky’s already ten years old. Who knows how long she’s got left?”
Kinsley snorts out a laugh, and I glare, which only makes her laugh harder.
“Colton’s only eight months old, Shane. And he has many years until he starts school and even more until he goes off to college. And true, Becky is getting older, but you can’t think like that. If you want to start trying for another baby, I’m okay with that.” She pulls my face down to hers, and her lips caress my own as her warmth rubs against my once-again-hard length. “And since this chaotic house is still quiet, I think we have time to try again.”
And that right there is one of the many reasons why I love my wife.
We’re always on the same damn page.
“This is why I said I should get an apartment instead of a dorm,” Taylor whines as she and Kinsley attempt to sort through her books, trying to decide which ones she’s taking with her and leaving here. “There’s not enough room in that tiny place for all the things I need.”
“A book is hardly a necessity,” I point out, earning a glare from Kinsley and Taylor.
“We’ll get you a bookshelf,” Kinsley suggests. “And you can swap them out when we visit or you come home. Living in a dorm is like a rite of passage. Everyone should do it once.”
Taylor nods and sighs, and once again, I’m so thankful for Kinsley. Jamie was supposed to be here to help Taylor move, but she texted that she’s stuck somewhere and won’t make it. It didn’t shock any of us since Taylor’s only seen her once this past year.