Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Yes, sir,” Ben says. As if he fully understands the appeal of my wife inciting a mob?
Oh, he finds my angel attractive, does he?
I’ll fucking fire him in the morning.
“It’s going to be okay,” she whispers into my neck, wrapping her legs tighter around my waist. “There’s nothing to be scared of—”
“Of course not. You don’t have to be scared. Not when I’m around.”
Is that the truth, though? I don’t know anymore.
I’m just as horny and frantic as the people on the other side of the door.
I’m taking her ripe ass in my hands and kneading it worshipfully, my breath coming in grunts. I’m humping her against the door even as they beat on it, demanding to be let in. I’m wrong. I’m sick and obsessed and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m controlled by my infatuation with Blessing and it’s too powerful to resist.
“Shhh,” I say against her mouth, letting go of her right ass cheek in order to lower my zipper. “Just focus on me. Everything is going to be all right.”
She nods trustingly, her eyes flaring with need when I tuck the tip of my cock into her warm, wet hole. “Focus on you,” she repeats, nodding.
“That’s right.”
They pound louder on the door, the handle starting to twist.
Before she can grow alarmed by the added threat, I buck home inside of her cunt to distract her—and sweet Christ, it works. She throws her head back and whimpers, those luscious little tits popping out of her gown. “Repeat after me.” I suck one nipple into my mouth, drawing on it tenderly. “Daddy’s got me.” I lick the other nipple with the flat of my tongue, making her writhe anxiously on my length. “I’m safe.”
“Daddy’s got me,” she hiccups. “I’m safe.”
I rear back and pound into her, getting sordid satisfaction out of this mob listening to me bang my perfect wife hard enough to shake the door on its hinges. “I’m never going to let anything happen to you. Going to protect you at all costs. You’ve taken over my heart and soul.” I rake the side of her neck with my teeth and fuck her thunderously against the door, squeezing her bratty ass in both hands like a miser with two fistfuls of gold. “Baby, you’re so wet and tight, I can’t take it. I can’t fucking breathe when I’m inside you.”
Her eyes are glazed, mouth open in a pleasured O. “Harder. Harder.”
“Jesus, you’re going to make me erupt.”
“I…I…” Her pussy starts to ripple around my dick and I pump harder, faster, making her tits bounce wildly, sending me to the brink of insanity. “Ohhh, Edison!”
She doesn’t just come, she gushes like a fucking dream, releasing her perfection all over my shaft. And as she’s climaxing, she spreads her thighs open wide, as if she wants me to see what I’ve done, the havoc I’ve wreaked on her. The sight nearly undoes me, my thick cock stretching her opening, her flesh hugging me so sweetly.
I’m seconds from my peak when I hear security wrangling the people outside the door. The last remaining tension leaves my wife and with a gentle yet mischievous smile, she drops her legs from around my waist, turning around and pressing her palms up against the door.
“You said you paid for me mouth and…” She blushes while rolling up the back of her dress, angling her hips and showing off that piece of art also known as her rear. “A-and this…”
She’s talking about her ass.
Offering it to me?
Right now?
Yes. Yes, I want every single inch of her to bear my claim. My marks. My scent.
I’m barely coherent as I stumble forward and yank the babe up onto her toes, humping her brokenly, guttural sounds tumbling out of my mouth. I’m overcome. Horny doesn’t even begin to describe what I am. My cock is so sensitive, and the friction only makes it worse, makes me crazed. Before I can check myself and order myself to go slow, I’m lifting her off the ground with my left forearm and guiding my cock to her asshole with my right.
“Relax for me, angel.” I spit on her hole and the head of my dick, rubbing myself over that back entrance with unleashed glee. “It’s going to be uncomfortable. Just remember I love you, baby. So much. So fucking much. You fit me in this tiny asshole, I’ll buy you two opera houses. I’ll buy you this whole fucking town and eighteen more. One for every year you’ve graced this earth.”
“All I need is you,” she whispers, pressing her ass back into me, accepting another inch with a sexy whimper. “I don’t need possessions.”
“You just need to be possessed.”
“Yes,” she moans.
And I slide home into her tight rear channel, feeling her start to shake, as if the pressure is too much. Or she’s overcome from being claimed. I don’t know. All I can do is bounce her ass in my lap, my middle finger busy in front playing with her clit. My brain is in a red fog of lust, my dick in heaven, and my heart ready to burst out of my chest.