Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
“How’s your soup?”
Rick looks up from his bowl and grins. “Delicious, baby. You know I love your cooking.”
Blushing, I take a sip of my wine. “Well, you helped too.”
“I cut some vegetables.” He shrugs. “You did all the real work.”
“So you’re saying I’m a good housewife?” I ask, playfully fluttering my eyes at him.
“The best.”
I see a glint in his eyes, and my body starts to tingle. We’ve been together for almost five years now. I know what that look means.
Our two children, Margaret and Chris, are upstairs asleep. Things aren’t always easy with them running around like maniacs all the time, but they’re well worth it.
The two most major milestones in my life were meeting Rick and becoming a mother.
He kept his promise to me. We saw a judge the next day, and I was legally divorced from Berry. Last I heard, he was in jail for assaulting a waitress who didn’t bring him the right spring water.
A week after we left, Rick proposed.
It was after we packed up everything, got in his truck, and drove to New Hampshire. He’d bought us a house that was everything I could ever ask for: a beautiful New England cottage with eight acres of land. It needed some love and care, and I spent the next few months giving it just that while Rick got his business back up and running.
Whenever I think about him down on one knee, in the front hall of our new home, holding out a ring and asking me to be his wife, I tear up.
His folks live less than a half hour away, and they stop by all the time for meals and to say hi to the kids. Needless to say, mine did not come.
In fact, they don’t even know where I live now. And it’s going to stay that way.
Nothing will interfere with our happiness here. Our wonderful, perfect life.
That’s what Rick always tells me. Daddy.
So I’ve got daddy issues. Can you blame me? My own father traded me off to a scumbag to further his own business interests. Rick fills every void that left in me—and then some.
That look in his eyes has grown as he looks at me from across the table. He takes another sip of soup from his spoon, then rises from his seat.
People always say that after you get married, your sex life diminishes. But that has not been my experience at all.
If anything, Rick’s and my sex drives have gone up in the last few years.
We fuck like rabbits. Once a day would be an outlier. It’s normally at least two—once in the morning and once before bed.
I’ve started wearing skirts and dresses around the house to give my husband easy access. And he wears button flies that I can pop open easily.
He circles the table, and I sit straight in my chair, acting like everything is normal. I take a sip of my soup, then feel both of his strong hands on my waist.
He lifts me up and bends me over the table. I smile as he lifts my dress up and buries his face between my thighs.
Rick licks me hungrily, like he hasn’t just eaten, and has me trembling within seconds. His lips go to my clit as he eats me out from behind, and I grind back against him, feeling my arousal against his cheeks.
The tiny little hairs from his scruff tickle, causing me to giggle as warmth floods through me. And then I’m coming, muffling my moans with my napkin.
Before I even have a chance to recover, his pants are around his ankles. I hear the belt buckle hit the floor, then grab hold of the table, bracing myself for what comes next.
He sinks his enormous cock into me without holding back. Every inch spreads me open, and his balls slap my throbbing clit as he begins to thrust.
“Daddy…”
He groans, fucking me faster. The dishes clatter against each other as the table shakes. Soup spills onto the tablecloth. There’s going to be a cleanup after this, in more ways than one…
With a rough snatch, he grabs my hair with his fist and pulls, bending me back to accentuate my curves. I know he loves it, which just makes me love it even more.
Fast and hot, that’s how he fucks me. He just needed me right now, and I’m always ready for him. We need each other. That’s why we’re so perfect together.
“I’m coming,” he growls under his breath. And that’s when I feel it: the hot, powerful jet of warm, sticky goodness, spraying inside me and filling me up. I come with him again, biting my lip to keep from screaming in pleasure.
He slumps down on top of me, his heart racing and chest heaving as he sucks deep breaths of air. His lips find mine, and we embrace, locked together in passion.