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 growl as I click through the photos she sent. The bathroom, the kitchen, the foyer. None of her hot body, just mess after mess. I shake my head. I know my girl's a spoiled little brat, but this? This is next-level feisty.
She thinks she's funny, and fuck, in some ways she is. I imagine her giggling away at home over her little joke, but I'm not going to let her get away with it. She knows what I asked for and she is disobeying intentionally. Time to get stern.
I pull up my messages and I send her a text.
Me: Jenna, not funny. I told you what I wanted. I wanted photos of you being naughty. Do you understand?
I see three little dots jumping on the screen and a moment later, a message comes through.
Jenna: Oops, I'm sorry. I thought I was doing what you wanted. I was trying to be your naughty little girl, but I can do better!
I smile as I slide my phone back in my suit coat pocket. I guess I won't get a picture of her until after this meeting. I know it’ll be worth the wait, but fuck, it's hard to bide my time. I look at my watch. I have fifteen minutes.
Deciding to take a moment alone, I go into the private bathroom in my office and lock the door. I drop my trousers and I pull my cock into my fist. As much as I would have appreciated pictures, I don’t really need them. I'm already hard just thinking about my wife, how hot she looks, how pure she was when we first met. Her sweet cunt was mine and mine alone. She was a virgin the first time we were together, and now she's mine forever.
Fuck, I remember taking her out that first night after she brought me a hamburger and fries at the diner. She smiled, asking me if I'd like anything else before she brought me the check.
And I told her all I wanted was her. Her.
Her eyes had widened. She knew what I meant and even though there was a hint of nerves in her eyes, I could tell how excited she was, how much she wanted me. We left together that night and we've been together ever since.
When I made love to her for the first time, she was nervous, timid and shy, which is so unlike her regular personality. But she didn't have the confidence yet. She didn't know what she liked or how she liked it. She needed me to teach her, to show her, and God, did I ever. And of course, we both loved every second of it. I taught her how to come. I showed her what it meant to suck my cock, how to drive me crazy with her teasing tongue. And fuck, she was so good at it. A month in, she was deepthroating me like a champ.
Fuck, I think as I jerk myself off to those memories, getting nice and hard in my palm.
I pull out my camera and I take a photo of my hard, thick cock. She almost doesn’t deserve this, but I want to give her something to think about for the next few hours until I get home.
I hover my finger over send, wanting to share the photo with my bride. She really doesn’t deserve this – not until she gives me what I asked for.
Thinking about our first days together, I finish getting off. When I come, I shoot hard into the sink, thinking of my gorgeous wife's sweet tits bouncing when I fuck her.
I finish, zip my pants, then I wash my hands and walk out of that bathroom into the boardroom for my meeting. People know how deliriously happy I am with Jenna, but do they know what I’ve been doing? My cock twitches back to life thinking about it.
I wish like hell I was home right now. But I have to put my game face on.
If I'm going to stay in the office for a few more hours, I might as well close some deals so I can take the whole fucking weekend off. All the more time to teach Jenna a much-needed lesson.
3
JENNA
I’m rolling with laughter as I imagine Jake fuming at work as he looks at the pictures of the messes I made. Little does he know that I’ve already cleaned them all up and am getting ready to cook him his favorite dinner. It’s not really a special occasion but I love spoiling him in little ways, like he’s always spoiling me. I guess every day of our life together is a special occasion. It’s just that way when you’re so ridiculously in love.
I’m pulling out the necessary ingredients when I hear my phone ping with his reply and a thrill of anticipation runs through me, hoping I got him good and worked up with my naughty photos.