THIRTY-FIVE | Out of my Mind | Mitt
THIRTY-FIVE
Out of my Mind
Mitt
F uck. My damn big mouth. I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me.
I was out of my fucking mind, but Tinsley was all I could see. She’d been everything for me for long before we even signed on the dotted line. I don’t know when I had fallen for her, but I feared I had fallen first, and the thought of the truth scared the shit out of me. She was all I could think about, and her beautiful belly full of my legacy came to my mind. I knew I shouldn’t, but her damn moans and the way she screamed my name from those pretty pink lips had been the end of me.
I was thinking with my dick, this much I was sure of, but she wanted children. Kids were the next logical step after marriage, and the press would be all over our pregnancy. This would be wonderful for the tabloids, and there was nothing to worry about except my father.
Well, screw him.
I’d make my dad understand, and there was no way I’d let him hurt the woman carrying my child. She’d be all mine, and we’d share a connection for life. No longer just two wedding bands to seal the deal, but our innocent baby.
I watched my wife’s eyes widen as her wonderful mind reeled with the bombshell I had dropped, and I reached for her hips. My angel was fucking divine, pure, and full of light. I craved her tight pussy wrapped around me and desired her perfect belly to grow. She only required some convincing, and I’d get to enjoy the ride.