by my mom’s lake when my mom was on a singles cruise.
We’ve made love in broad daylight with the sun shining on every crevice and swell and under the moonlight with the golden beams of the night kissing her beautiful body. Each time I touch her, kiss her, fuck her feels new. I’ll never get tired of her or this or us.
I pull away, my lips shiny and her eyes dazed. She watches with heavy-lidded eyes as I unzip and pull out my raging cock. I lower her down onto my erection, watching as her pussy eats me up inch by fucking inch.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
“You’re so fucking huge,” she retorts.
I shove my hand into the heavy mass of her hair and pull her down for a searing kiss. She rides me, slowly at first, working her cunt along my thick shaft. She’s wet and tight and hot. My mind reels.
She’s the beginning of my day and the end of it. She gives my life meaning. When we’re together, close like this, holding each other, connected in this miracle life-giving way, I feel like I could conquer the world. She’s my everything. I didn’t know that life could be this good. I tighten my grip and pound into her like it was the first time we’d ever made love. She clings to me, her head thrown back, her delicious lips parted. Life is so fucking good.
“I love you,” she cries as she creams on my cock. Her orgasm pulls my own out and I spurt violently into her canal, streams of hot cum flooding her heated pussy.
“I love you, too, baby. So much. You make my life so fucking good.” I press kisses along her sweaty forehead and then hold her as she collapses against me.
“I’m tired,” she murmurs against my shoulder.
“Time for a nap,” I declare. Still holding her, I get to my feet.
“But my work,” she protests feebly.
“It’ll be here when you wake up.” I lay her gently on the bed, shuck my jeans and climb into bed next to her.
“You hate taking naps,” she says as she curls into my side.
“I love you.” I pet her hair.
“I don’t know why I tire so easily these days.”
“You don’t?” And then I remember she had a trash-ass mother who probably didn’t teach her a single stupid thing. “Baby, I think it’s because you might be resting for two these days.”
Her head jerks back. “What makes you think that?”
“Your breasts are bigger and more sensitive. You get tuckered out early in the day. You want raspberries inside your cream-filled donuts.”
“I liked raspberries before, though.” She furrows her brow before dipping her hand down to her belly. “I do feel full here. Should I take a pregnancy test?”
“If you want.” But I already know the answer. She’s carrying our kid. A bone-deep satisfaction fills my soul. Like I thought before, life is so fucking good.
THE END
My dear readers,
I’ve been thinking about you as I write these stories and I wonder where you read them. Are you in your car or perhaps eating lunch at a picnic table? Perhaps you read in a hammock on a porch or at night right before bed? Tell me! I want to hear from you. It’s hot outside so don’t forget to drink your water and wear sunscreen.
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