Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
“Is this a bad time for pictures with the author?”
“Oh my God!” she gasps, spinning around, startled. When she sees it’s me, she bursts out laughing.
“Congratulations, angel. You’re a genuine celebrity.”
“Are those for me?” She gasps rhetorically, stepping delicately forward to take the bouquet from my hands. I lean in and plant a setting-appropriate kiss on her lips.
“There’s more where that came from,” I whisper. “But you’ll have to wait until we get home.”
Billie licks her lower lip at me. “I can’t wait.”
I take her purse for her and wrap my arm around her as we walk out to the car. I’m being a gentleman tonight, at least for now while we’re in public, and I open the door and hold her hand as she gets in. But as soon as we’re on the road home, I’ve got my hand up her nice, I’m-a-good-girl, floral dress.
“You’re so bad,” my wife scolds me. “How am I supposed to tell you all about tonight’s signing if you’re doing that to me?”
I reach higher, up the crux of her soft thighs until I feel the soft fabric of her panties.
“Oh, I’m sure you can do two things at once, can’t you, honey?”
Her jaw drops, and her eyes narrow as she glares playfully back at me. “Okay, fine. Well, obviously I was nervous. I had never done anything like this before—” I apply pressure with two fingers right where her little love button is. Her eyes close for a moment. She swallows hard. “But I just remembered what you told me. That these girls were here to see me and they loved my books, so why am I nervous?”
“And did that work?”
I hook a finger and tug the moist fabric aside, then gently tease her slit. A shiver runs through her body, and she grips the hand-rest beside her and squeezes hard.
“It did,” she moans. “I was…I was able to keep it together pretty well…”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, going knuckle deep into her slick little hole.
“Mmm-hmm.” She’s biting her lower lip now, eyes closed. I press another knuckle and hook up, pressing that little bundle of nerves that drives her absolutely crazy.
“And then what?” I ask as her entire body goes stiff and her hips buck up off the seat.
“Then I…I…I started signing.” Blood rushes to my cock, which is already stiff with desire. “I signed all the copies the bookstore had.”
My balls are taut with cum. I can’t wait to drag her out of that dress and fuck her. Or maybe I’ll just pull it up over her tits and go at her with it halfway off.
“That’s incredible. Do you think they’ll do another signing?” I ask as I apply more pressure to her G-spot, enticing a long, drawn-out moan from her plump lips.
“Actually…they asked me if I wanted…”
At that point, Billie falls onto my shoulder, clutching my arm with both hands, her breath coming in fast, heavy gasps in rhythm with the motion of my finger. She’s close. I move faster. Her hips grind down on my hand. She leans up and closes her lips around my neck.
“That’s it, angel. Come for Daddy.”
That’s all it takes. She whimpers and hangs on to me for dear life as her orgasm takes her. I feel her sweet, plump tits against my arm while she moans, and my dick throbs with raging lust. This is what I live for. Giving my wife pleasure. Making her happy. And the fact that she trusts me now and knows that she is safe by my side makes me the happiest man on earth.
She quivers one last time and brings her lips to mine for a kiss. “We’re so bad.”
“Are we really?” I grin. “I think we’re so good.”
It’s not long before we’re pulling up to the house, our home that we share together now. And as I hold her hand and take her inside as she holds the bouquet of roses I bought for her today, I am overwhelmed by just how much I love her. Just how deeply that love goes down into my soul.
I pay the sitter and say a polite goodbye, but the second she’s out the door, I’m on my knees behind Billie and snatching her dress up over her hips to expose her bare ass. She squeals as I snatch her round cheeks, spread her open, and lick her from clit to hole.
“Gage! Oh fuck,” she cries out as she falls forward onto the couch. Then I’m on top of her, tearing my pants off and pressing my erection into her. I waste no time giving her all my inches. I’ve had to wait long enough already. I simply can’t wait any longer.
I groan as I spread her, lift her dress to expose her tits and take hold of them with both hands. As she braces herself against the arm rest, I look at the wedding ring on her finger and smile. I’m so possessive. This woman is mine, no one else’s.