Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I know for a fact that this is her favorite fuck position. I grabbed her hair in my fist and tugged hard while leading my cock into her with the other hand until about eight or nine inches disappeared in her well. She canted her ass higher, looking for more dick, and I spanked her ass hard, knowing that the sting would take her mind off of the pain of me fucking my whole length deep into her belly.
She screamed and yipped and rocked back and forth on my rod, taking more and more of me, which still amazes me, but I stopped her at the eleven-inch mark. From here on, I have to go slow unless I want to really do some damage, and since her pain threshold is off the damn charts, I have to use my own discretion.
“What’re you doing? Stop playing around back there.” She wriggled her ass to get me to move, and I gave her more, an inch at a time until I was balls deep inside of her. And then the fun began. I held on for the ride, which is all I can do when she gets like this. I guess a few days without dick had gotten to her, too, because she was hot.
I spanked her ass red while she fucked my cock raw, and I remembered just after I came in her the first time that I’d forgotten the condom again. That didn’t stop me from fucking her raw a second time and a third until I got the edge off, and I knew for a fact that she was ovulating or close. Her temperature changes then, and so does the feel of here inside.
“I came inside you again.” I was nuzzling her after our last fuck, pressing her into the mattress with my much heavier weight because I was not yet ready to pull out and leave her. She didn’t seem to mind; in fact, she never does. If she were anyone else, I’d swear she was trying to baby trap me, but I knew with her she genuinely wasn’t worried about it and is definitely not the type to trap me for money.
I finally found the strength to roll off of her but pulled her into my arms immediately so she could lay across my chest. “I missed you, baby, damn, let’s not do this separation thing again.”
“That’s going to be hard since you travel out of the country a lot, sometimes without warning.”
“I’ll take care of that, but never again will you sleep away from me for more than one night, and even that is in question.”
She snuggled in closer and kissed my pecs before sniffing my armpit, a strange thing she does because she claims to love my natural scent, says it makes her horny. “I’m fucked out; you’re gonna have to give me a minute to regroup here.” She got quiet for a second and started making these sounds that I know means there’s something on her mind.
* * *
SAMANTHA
* * *
“What is it?” I was still in that post-coital place of bliss where everything is warm and fuzzy, and then out of nowhere, a thought hit me square in the gut. I lifted my head up off his chest and glared down at him.
“I just realized that both my brother and my future husband had that skank, gross. She’s got to go permanently.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
“I know some moves. If I hit her just right, the law will think it was an accident. A shot to the larynx and one to the kidney simultaneously, cut off her airwaves, that should do it.” He was looking at me like I was a serial killer he just happened upon in the middle of a kill.
“What?”
“Then you’ll have blood on your hands.” I gave this some thought and decided I could live with that and told him so. “I can live with that.”
“Samantha, you’re not to go near her. If she hits you or tries to hit you again, I just might chop off her fucking hand at your parents’ dinner table.”
Picture me with my mouth hanging open at his outburst. “Vicious nerd. And you said I’d have blood on my hands. I was only going to suffocate her to death. Where did you hide the bodies? This is not your first time at the Rodeo. I think I might have to rethink this marriage thing.” He snorted and totally ignored me until I got down off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To shower, I smell like sex.”
“Good, I’ll join you.”
“What’s the point? You’ll only get me dirty again.” He got up and grabbed a bag I hadn’t noticed off the chair next to the bed. He opened said bag and started removing some nefarious looking shit.