His Love - Cassandra Dee Page 0,52
holes grip me tightly, and with one last powerful thrust, I let go.
“Fuuuuck!” Hot sperm jets into her anus, as Jenny soars over the cliff as well. Her legs stiffen and toes point, and then both her pussy and ass begin contracting convulsively.
“Unnh, Stone! Oh god! It feels so good. SO GOOD.”
She lets out a loud scream then, clamping and twitching with pleasure as I dump a giant load of spunk into her back channel. Then like a dirty girl, Jenny does something incredible. Once I’ve pulled out, she clambers up and peers at the wet spot of mixed sperm and pussy fluids on the coverlet, before bending her head to taste it.
“Yes,” she says in a sweet voice, lapping the moist pool. “It’s so good.”
I merely catch my breath, trying not to show my shock. Jenny is so dirty, and I love it all.
“You’re a taboo, filthy little girl, you know that?”
She laps at the wet spot some more before looking up at me with a coy expression.
“I know, but guess what?”
I’m still trying to catch my breath, but shit, my dick is getting hard just watching bent over like that.
“What?”
She smiles like a cat.
“Well, you’re going to have to share my holes going forward. At least one of them, that is, because I’m expecting, Stone. I’m going to have your baby, and he or she is going to come out of my tight twat, so you won’t be able to get up there for a while.”
I gasp. Jenny’s dirty talk is sometimes over the top, but right now is not the time to comment.
“Are you serious, honey? Are you really pregnant?”
She giggles.
“Well, yes. Didn’t you notice the weight gain? I’ve put on about twenty pounds.”
I shake my head, my eyes running over those luscious hills and valleys.
“I did notice, but I didn’t realize it was because of pregnancy. You look amazing, sweetheart. In fact, I wish you’d stay pregnant forever because you’re so ripe and fertile like this.”
She throws her head back and laughs.
“I can’t stay pregnant forever. The baby has to come out some time!”
I press my lips to hers in a rapturous kiss.
“Yes, I know, but I’d love to keep you pregnant for a good long while, if you’ll let me. Do you want that, Jenny? Would you bear my children? Would you be open to maybe four or five rugrats running around underfoot, with your blonde hair and my brown eyes?”
She inhales deeply, her big breasts rising, and I’m afraid she’s going to say no. But then the blonde smiles sweetly and nods.
“I’d love that, Stone,” she murmurs. “Nothing would make me happier.”
I laugh.
“I’m not sure you’ll be so amenable when you hear how many kids I want.”
She looks at me innocently.
“Didn’t you just say four or five?”
I wink at her.
“Yes, but if you’re okay with more, then I’d like to try for eight or nine. There’s nothing more gorgeous than the image of you, curvy and heavy while filled with my child, Jenny. I’d love to keep you that way.”
She’s just about to say something sassy when suddenly, there’s the snick of a key in the front door, and we hear the unmistakable squeak as the wooden slab swings open. Immediately, my senses go on high alert. Holy shit. There’s a burglar in Jericho, and we’re being burgled at this very moment. He must not have seen the bedroom lights in back, and in a flash, I’m up and out of bed, charging to the front of the cabin with a baseball bat in hand. What I’m going to do, I’m not sure. I’m stark naked, and my body’s still high on love and lust, but no man is going to threaten my woman if I can help it.
I charge into the living room, brandishing the bat. Jenny follows me, the sheet clasped to her curvy form with wide, frightened blue eyes following in my wake. But then we both skid to a halt, our mouths dropping open. Because who stands there but my long-lost wife Margaret, looking calm and put-together with not a feather out of place.
“Margaret?” I manage in a choked voice. “Is that you?”
She smiles.
“Sure is, cowboy. Aren’t you going to say, “Welcome Home?” Or are you otherwise engaged?” she asks with a cocked eyebrow at the flushed and sensuous Jenny trembling behind me.
Suddenly, realization comes crashing down like a bucket of bricks. This is my wife standing before me, and while I love Jenny, I’m technically still married to Margaret. What do I do?
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To be continued …
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About the Author
Cassandra Dee is a bestselling author of dozens of hot and steamy contemporary romances. She started out writing erotica but transitioned to romance after falling for one too many book boyfriends.
When she’s not tapping away furiously at her laptop, Cassandra can be found drinking gallons of coffee and watching lots of reality TV. She also enjoys taking the neighbor’s dog for walks, aimlessly wandering the local grocery store, and of course, reading too much about the lives of her favorite celebrities.
Cassandra is living her own HEA with her husband and a beautiful baby boy.
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