Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“She’s so perfect baby, thank you.” He always says the same thing. “Thank you, she is. Come to bed.” He lifted his brow and I took his hand and led him from the room.
“Are you safe?”
“Clean bill of health, the doctor cleared me today.” I grinned with delight when I found myself going airborne to land over his shoulder. He hurried us to the bed and came down on top of me.
“We’d better hurry, the little princess will be up soon for her nightly feeding.”
He tore the silk gown from my body and I was halfway to a climax already just from the anticipation. He palmed my breasts and fed on them hungrily, going from one to the other as he pushed his hardening cock into my growing heat. It had been too long since I’d seen him lose control like this.
“I missed this, missed having you inside me, hurry.” I reached down between our bodies and took his throbbing cock in my hand, stroking until pre-cum covered my hand. I licked my fingers seductively and went back for more before trying to stuff him me myself.
“Oh no sweetheart. I promised myself that I would be a gentleman this first time. I don’t want to hurt you.” Not that again. I was beginning to think having your husband in the delivery room was not such a good idea.
He’d been a nervous wreck the whole time. Barking orders at the hospital staff and threatening anyone he thought wasn’t moving fast enough. It was a wonder they didn’t throw him out on his ear.
There was no calming him down. No reasoning with him. Then the baby came and he was as gentle as a lamb.
“But I don’t want you to be a gentleman, I want my wild man back.”
“Thalia…” He tried pulling out of my hand but I held firm. I bit his nipple as my hand moved up and down his growing shaft. I rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down my wet slit and he groaned. “Baby, butterfly…” Nothing he said could sway me from my course.
I used my newest trick, the one I knew would work. “I hurt.” He knew what that meant and the light in his eyes came on.
Now the lamb was a wild beast as he tore at the shreds of my gown. His lips found my nipple again, harder this time and I felt the sweet tightening begin deep inside. “Oh sweet mercy.” I held his head in place as he drew my milk into his mouth while his hand went between my thighs. He knew just where to touch me, that spot deep inside that sent shockwaves through me and turned me into a mindless wanton just here for his pleasure.
“Oh yes right there.” He teased me with his fingers as his mouth pulled harder on my nipple, sucking the milk from my over full tit. I guided his head from one nipple to the other, because although our daughter will be up in about an hour looking to be fed. She never took enough and I was always left hurting.
That’s until I found a way to get rid of the excess. His fingers went deeper before he pulled them out of me and let my nipple drop from his mouth, making his way down my body until he laid between my legs.
I felt his tongue light as a feather touch me before he pulled me onto his mouth and feasted. I grabbed his head in both hands and rode his tongue to climax until I had to bite into my hand so as not to wake the baby with my wild screams. “So long, so long.” He hadn’t touched me like this since the night I went into labor. That night had started pretty much like this I remember.
He’d been making sweet love to me while I laid on my side with him stroking into me from behind. That night my body had been needy and I’d badgered him into taking me even though I was two weeks away from giving birth, or so I thought.
He’d been sliding in and out of me more forcefully with each thrust, his hand over the hard mound of my stomach where the baby had been kicking up a storm. He’d switched up on one of his strokes and that’s all it had taken for my water to break.
Poor, always in control Jonas had lost his mind, believing that it was his fault that he’d gone too deep and broken my water. There was no explaining to him that he wasn’t at fault and that added to the trauma of seeing his wife give birth had made him more insane than he already was.
After everything his wife had put him through, I’d gone out of my way to make him feel secure in my love for him. He tried really hard not to bring what she had done to him into our relationship, but I knew it was hard for him to trust. He still went lethally cold whenever anything male got too close, but with time he’d learned to conquer his impulse to break their faces in.