Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
I grab her arse cheeks beneath the dress, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh. “Should I fuck you here, beautiful?”
“If you want. Anything you want.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. How come all your attitude disappears when my cock talks to your cunt?” I slap her arse. “Maybe it should talk to this hole as well.”
“Yes, yes. Just fuck me already.”
“Let me get some lube.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not. I’m huge and you’ve never taken a cock in your arse before.”
“I took the toys you put in me.” She grinds against me.
I laugh. “You’re cute to think any of those toys compare to my cock.”
“I stand corrected.” She grins, dropping a feather-light kiss on the corner of my mouth.
She can be so affectionate after sex and often showers me with hugs and kisses as if she can’t get enough. My wife is definitely the type who loves to ‘cuddle’ after I fuck her brains out, and although I never cared for the act before, I do with her.
I love holding her when she’s entirely spent and smells distinctively like me.
While she’s all wrapped around me, I start to walk us back to the house.
She sighs contentedly as she kisses my throat, my chin, my cheeks, my lips, and even my nose.
Anywhere she can reach is hers for the taking, and she knows it.
Too well for my liking.
As soon as we’re in the bedroom, I balance her against the wall and fumble with the nightstand until I find the lube.
“I’ll get on all fours if it’s easier,” she whispers between nibbles on my ear. She’s obsessed with that for some reason.
“No.” There’s no way in fuck I’m fucking her from behind again. Not after what she told me that time.
Besides, she didn’t get worse as I was afraid, so it’s doable.
For now.
I put her down and pull her dress off. She removes her bra, her full breasts falling free with a gentle bounce. I get rid of my trousers and briefs in one go. My shirt follows, scattering on top of her dress.
And then I lie on my back on the bed and pull her so she’s sitting on top of me.
Her lips meet mine as I squirt lube on my palm and then circle her back hole and slowly thrust two fingers inside her.
She shudders and rubs her soaking cunt against my abs.
“You’re going to take my cock here, aren’t you, beautiful?” I ask against her lips as I add a third finger, slowly fucking her.
“Mmm, yes, please.”
“It’ll hurt.”
“That’s okay. I trust you.”
God fucking dammit.
“I meant to take it easy on you, but you’re making that impossible.” I lather my cock with lube, then push her up, wrenching my fingers from insider her.
I grip her waist and she holds herself up so my cock is positioned at her back entrance. I pull her down slowly until the crown is inside.
Ava slumps forward and sinks her nails into my abs, on the scar she’s never stopped asking about since the first time she saw it.
“Oh God. You’re really huge.”
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking my cock like a very good girl.”
“Mmm. Fuck…” She lowers herself farther, taking another two inches, and breathes heavily, a sheen of sweat covering her skin. Some wayward blonde strands frame her face in a soft glow.
“You’re doing so well.”
“I am?” Her pupils dilate with the praise and she comes down for a few more inches. “Oh fuck…fuck…”
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re strangling my cock like a very good girl.” I reach up and twist her nipple savagely, knowing how much she loves a touch of pain with her pleasure.
My wife moans, throwing her head back, and I shove her all the way down.
Her whimper echoes in the air as she huffs and grabs onto my sides, her hands trembling slightly.
I let her adjust. We both breathe harshly, hers echoing with erotic noises.
“Relax for me, baby.” I stroke her waist gently.
She stares at me and her muscles stop being so tense.
Once I feel her softening, I drive into her with slow, shallow thrusts. She mewls and rubs her clit against my groin.
My rhythm deepens as her sounds of pleasure echo in the air. She gasps, sucking in a fractured breath every time her clit slams against my groin.
“How does it feel, beautiful?”
“Good. You feel so good.”
I stop and she groans.
“Ride me, Mrs. King. Let me see how much you want me.”
Leaving a hand on my stomach, she reaches back and grabs onto my thigh as she lifts herself up, then falls back down.
A strangled noise leaves her as she captures the corner of her lips between her teeth. Soon enough, she finds her rhythm and goes up and down in slow, sensual strokes.
I’m at the point of bursting both at how fucking tight she feels and the view of her riding me, her tits bouncing, her hands caressing my skin.