Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“And will you give me more babies, after this one is born?” I ask, tilting her chin up to look into those gorgeous blue eyes. “I want at least six children, and we’re only on number one.”
Tears fill her eyes once more, and her lips tremble. But she nods again and whispers, “Yes. I’d love to give you more children, Reed. A houseful of them, if you want. And every one of them yours.”
With that, I sweep her into my arms and claim that lush pout in a demanding kiss. After all, it’s not every day that a man’s dreams come true. Although it’s been a bit of a twisted ride getting to this point, I have my woman in my arms, and she’s agreed to marry me. Not only that, but we’re expecting a baby, and I vow to care for Cat, the child, and our future children with every ounce of my being.
“You’re mine,” I whisper fiercely after breaking our kiss to stare into her eyes. “Every bit of you.”
“I’m yours,” Cat whispers back with a tearful smile. “Always, Reed.”
With that, our vows are spoken and our lives intertwined for all eternity. After all, Catherine is having my baby, and with my wife and child in my arms, what more can a man ask for? All I want is for them to be happy, and now, my dreams are coming true.
Epilogue
Catherine
Two years later.
“Reed, I’m not sure I can,” I breathe. “Oh my god.”
“You can,” my husband rumbles encouragingly behind me. “You’ve been working with those plugs for two weeks now and they’ve stretched you out really well. You’re going to take my fist just fine.”
I squinch my eyes shut while trying to breathe deeply.
“Just be gentle okay?” I whisper.
Reed responds by pressing a tender kiss to my dark hole before giving it a little lick.
“I’m always gentle, baby,” he rasps. “And I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
After all, we’re engaging in back-door fisting right now. It’s my first time, but we’ve been preparing for it by using a bunch of different bullet-shaped toys. When Reed first pulled out the tray of silver implements, I gasped.
“What are those?”
“These will get you stretched out,” he growled. “You’re going to wear this one during the day to start,” he said, plucking a tiny, eraser-sized one from the velvet-lined tray, “and then this one while you sleep at night.”
The sleep one was huge. It looked almost two inches in diameter and two inches in height too. At first, the stretch was uncomfortable when I worked it in, and I could barely even focus with these toys in my behind. But Reed was patient and checked on my progress each night.
“Great work,” he said after popping one out and inspecting the gape it left. He leaned forward and rolled his tongue over my pleats before pushing in to lick up against my interior walls. “You’re definitely going to take me just fine when the time comes,” he rasped.
I can hardly believe that my husband is so dirty, but it’s true, and I love it. After all, Reed and I are on this journey together. After he proposed, we went to City Hall the next day and applied for a marriage license. Within a month we were married, and we immediately announced to the world that not only were we legally bound, but we were expecting a child too.
Rev was stunned.
“What?” he asked with a dazed look in his eyes. “You’re married to my brother and expecting a baby?”
“Yes,” I said primly. “I’m your sister-in-law now. You already know that Reed and I have been dating for months.”
Rev looked terrible with his hair matted and dirty, while wearing a stained undershirt and crumpled boxer shorts. We’d stopped by to announce our marriage, and he’d opened the door in a clearly unwashed state. Not only that, but his apartment was filthy, and all the shades were drawn. As I expected, he’d been playing videogames non-stop, while indulging in alcohol. Empty bottles littered every surface, and I could practically hear the booze sloshing in his stomach.
“You’re dating?” he asked blearily.
“Yes,” I repeated. “You know that. You’ve known that from the beginning, and now Reed and I are married.”
But my husband merely tugged on my elbow.
“Come on Cat,” he said. “He’s too out of it. He’s not going to remember a thing tomorrow. Besides, it’s not safe for you to be here. You’re pregnant and this place is filthy. I’m going to send a cleaner and an exterminator because this apartment must be teeming with rats and cockroaches.”
I jumped then and quickly left at my husband’s request. But after the door closed behind us, I looked up at Reed with anxious eyes.
“I never thought he’d fall so low,” I said in a low voice laced with concern.
Reed shrugged.