Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
I read his message and look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I'm wearing leggings and a white t-shirt. I have a soft pink cardigan on as well. My hair is long and loose around my shoulders. I'm not exactly dressed for some sexy photograph, but I know what Jake would like.
Biting my bottom lip as I survey the clean bathroom, I also know what he wouldn't like.
Or better yet, what would turn him on.
He loves it when I'm a brat so he can put me in my place. And if he has a long afternoon of work, I might as well give him something to growl about.
So I do the naughtiest thing I can think of…
I pull out the toothpaste from his side of the bathroom and I twist off the cap. Then I squirt some of it out onto the sparkling-clean counter. Giggling, I pull out my phone and snap a photo of the mess.
Thinking I'm onto something, I clean that up before moving on to the kitchen. There, I pull open the refrigerator door and grab the gallon of milk. I uncap it and then pour some onto the counter, setting a glass on its side so it looks like it's been upended.
Stepping back so I get the open fridge, the spilled milk and the glass in the shot, I snap another photograph — knowing this is going to rile up my clean freak husband perfectly.
I put that mess away before moving on for another photograph.
This time, I walk to the mailbox and grab today's delivery. Once I’m in the house I drop it in the foyer. The magazines, flyers, and newspaper scatter. I take a photo of that as well.
Then I flip through all three photos, practically screaming with laughter since I know Jake is going to be opinionated about my choices.
I can't help it. I'm in a mood and I'm taking my occupation as his spoiled little brat seriously.
I press send.
2
JAKE
I'm just about to go to another meeting with a client. As I'm waiting to enter the boardroom, I get a message on my phone. Knowing it's going to be a naughty photo from my wife, I walk to the corner of the hallway so I can look at it more discreetly. I know how hot Jenna is and the last thing I want is someone to look over my shoulder and get eyes on my girl, my little brat.
I say that with as much affection as possible. She and I have a great relationship. I knew the moment I saw her that she was special. It's not just because she's beautiful, though she is, with eyes that are piercing and dark and skin that glows. No, it's more than that. Jenna is my other half. She makes me complete. She's funny and flirtatious, reeling me in the second I met her. She knows how to make me relax after a long day at work, which I definitely need. I'm uptight and she's pure chaos. I'm the calm before her storm and somehow we just fit together perfectly, the yin to her yang and all that.
So when I pull open my messages and see the photos she sent, my eyes widen. Toothpaste all over the bathroom sink. Milk spilled on the kitchen counter. The mail strewn everywhere. My little brat’s been hard at work, I see.
What the hell? This isn’t what I had in mind when I asked her to send me naughty pics.
Last night, Jenna and I had an amazing time. I had that wife of mine on all fours and I ate her ass out until she was dripping. I lick my lips, remembering the taste of my sweet brat and how juicy she always gets for me. I fingered her hard and then eased my cock inside her tight little asshole. I lean against the wall as I remember the feel of her firm body as I grabbed her cheeks, thrusting deep inside her. She was moaning, grinding hard against my cock, her pussy aching for more.
To make me even crazier, she touched herself as I pounded her ass. My girl gave me all she had, like she always does. And I had to give her every inch of me, over and over again. That's what happens when you love someone unconditionally: heart, mind, soul, pussy.
So now as I look at the photos in front of me, my mouth drops open. I get a little irritated, even as I also get aroused. Excited. She’s trying to rile me up and she’s good at it.
Yes, Jenna thinks she's hilarious, but what I want is to see her sweet pussy, her knees open, her hand grinding against her cunt. That's the kind of naughty pic I'm looking for midday to get me through another meeting.