Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 178343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 892(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 892(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
My hand slides down over her ass and she does it again, making a sweet little sigh in her sleep.
My cock wakes up completely, so I take both of her ass cheeks into my hands and tighten my grip while flexing my pelvis. She squirms against it, then lifts her head out of my neck.
“Hey,” she protests, about to roll away.
I tighten my grip and grind into her again before moving my hands down enough to pry her legs further apart while grinding once again.
This gets me a sweet little whimper, followed by a rotation of her hips.
“I’m sleeping,” she complains.
“Mm, baby,” I say and then both hands are on her hips and I’m running them up her torso, feeling the sides of her tits before my hands land at her jaw on either side. I kiss her. “Sleeping on top of me. You’ve gotta pay the toll charge now.”
“How much?” she asks, voice husky.
“How much you got?” I ask.
“Fuck me, baby,” she whispers.
And the command lights my insides on fire. It takes self-control to stop myself from flipping her to her back so I can bury myself inside her. It’s been way too long since I’ve been inside my favorite place on the planet.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Huh? Angry sex?”
I laugh. “No. I’m not angry, though let’s bookmark that for another time when you’re not pregnant. I meant I don’t know if it’s safe to fuck you after the bleeding.”
“Oh.”
I feel her deflate.
“Let’s wait until we have your first doctor’s appointment and ask. Okay?”
“The hospital would’ve said if we weren’t supposed to, wouldn’t they?” She sounds bummed out.
“Don’t wanna risk it, but let’s play,” I suggest. “I wanna come on your tits again. That was so nice the other night.”
She says nothing.
“You mad?”
“Yeah, but we’ll talk about that after you go down on me.”
My body jerks in surprise.
“Get to it,” she orders.
“Something tells me I’m gonna regret this.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, after we make one another come, I’m gonna pass right out again after not sleeping last night. If you wanna fight with me, wife, you’re gonna win because I’m gonna be zonked.”
“Then I guess I’ll win,” she says and then she’s climbing on top of me.
“Can’t eat your sweet pussy with you grinding against my cock, Mrs. Coulter.”
“Let’s do this some more instead. Good old fashioned making out.”
She grinds her pussy against my cock.
“Mm,” is my response.
She wiggles her pussy against my shaft some more and not only do I feel the heat, but I also hear evidence of her being wet through her thin cotton pajama shorts.
“You gonna use me to get off?” I ask, tugging gently on her hair to get her mouth to mine.
My answer comes when she slides up and then back down, letting out a breathy sigh into my mouth. I nip at her bottom lip, eliciting a whimper from her.
Fuck, I like feeling how wet she is even with my underwear and hers between us. I throw my arms over my head and enjoy the sensations of my wife working at getting off by grinding against me. My fingers tingle with the need to take over, but I hold it at bay and let her keep control other than the occasional flex of my pelvis.
Now I’m also making noises, listening to the sound of her breaths speeding up, feeling the increasing heat and wetness through her panties as she takes herself closer and closer to an orgasm.
“Wanna feel you,” I say, then slide her shorts down over her ass and yank my own underwear down so we’re skin to skin.
Fuck, yeah.
She slides back up, coating me with wetness.
“Mm, baby,” I say. “Yeah.”
And then it’s moments of grinding, panting, circling hips, and roaming hands as she grinds her clit against the ridge of my cock before I know she’s coming. Trembling and moaning into my mouth while she frantically rubs against me. She lets out a breathy moan into my mouth as I take her lips in a rough kiss. I come between her legs and all over myself while growling out my release verbally, between her parted lips, hands full of Violet’s ass cheeks.
She goes lax on top of me for a second and her heart hammers against my chest briefly before I lose that sensation as she rolls over.
“Apple juice?” I ask, kissing her earlobe.
“Yeah. The sparkling one Mom bought.” She sighs. “Because that… that was a sparkling orgasm.”
I chuckle, rolling closer so we’re face to face on our sides. “Is a sparkling orgasm as good as a stunning one?”
She shakes her head, burying her face into my neck. “No. For it to be stunning, your beautiful cock has to feel the squeeze inside me.”
I laugh. “Beautiful?”
“Mm hm. Stop fishing for compliments when I just did all the work. Apple juice. Hurry.” She reaches around to slap my ass.