Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“What do you mea—”
In one smooth movement, I tore the dress from cleavage to bottom, leaving it in a two-piece mess on the hardwood planks. Dallas now wore a black strapless bra and a matching lace thong.
Her mouth hung open. “You’re insane.”
I began unbuckling my belt. If I had to waste half a work day, something good needed to come out of it.
As soon as I released my cock, heavy and engorged, all protests and venom abandoned Dallas.
She licked her lips.
“Where do you want it?” I demanded.
Her gaze traveled up, meeting mine. “Inside me.”
“Where? Specify. You have many holes, and all of them are begging to be fucked right now.”
In a rare lucid moment, it occurred to me that Shortbread would see this as a reward not a punishment, and that might come with the unintended side effect of incentivizing her poor behavior.
But it also occurred to me that, if my intractable wife did not touch my dick in the next few minutes, said dick might actually combust.
Dallas pursed her lips, refusing to play along. The woman harbored too much pride for her own good.
“Here?” I fisted my cock, running it along her slit through her panties.
She shuddered all over.
In the back of my head, I remembered her ass against the window. That some of our guests in the garden below were privy to what was happening between us.
But I couldn’t care less. I’d come to the depressing conclusion that my out-of-control young wife brought out traits in me I’d never known existed.
She tilted her chin up but didn’t answer.
“Or maybe…here?”
I grabbed her by the waist and swiveled her around, shoving her against the glass. I slid my finger into the strap of her thong and moved it aside, letting it slap against her skin.
Then I ran the crown of my cock along her ass. A moan escaped her. She arched her back to accommodate half an inch between her ass cheeks.
Still, no words.
My mouth found the shell of her ear.
I twisted my hand around her, tugging her nipple. “Perhaps you’re finally ready to return the favor for all the times I’ve eaten you out.”
Shortbread gripped the windowsill, bending halfway and pushing into me. My cock slipped through her wet cunt, making me hiss with unabashed pleasure before I pulled out.
I wanted to ram into her like my life depended on it, and she knew it.
“Foul play.” I pinched her nipple.
She gasped, the inside of her thighs still becoming wetter with her desire. “You started it.”
“Ever wonder what I taste like, Shortbread?”
“No.”
“Well, you’re about to find out.”
I turned her around again, slithering my hand between her thighs. She was soaking through her thong, rubbing against me with excitement.
Her panting made her tits bounce against my chest. I considered that she’d done all of this on purpose. With this exact reaction in mind.
And still, I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
“On your knees, Shortbread.”
“In your dreams, asshole.”
No point in telling her she played a leading role in my nightmares. To my dismay, my cock did not share the sentiment and pulsated between us.
She looked down, licking her lips. “Fine. But I’m doing it for him, not for you.”
Dallas dropped to her knees, her hazel eyes avoiding my grays. She wrapped her hand around my cock, and I swear I almost came on her face right there and then.
The confidence she displayed, despite her sheer inexperience, did me in.
Another woman—basically any other girl of religious breeding and zero flight hours with sex—would ask for directions or apologize in advance for what might be a lackluster performance.
Not my wife.
No. She existed in her own little universe. A universe in which I, and every other man she captivated, orbited around her.
Shortbread studied my cock inch by inch, not a care in the world that there was an angry, impatient man attached to it, before swirling her hot, wet tongue over the crown.
I tipped my head back, suppressing a grunt.
“A bit salty,” she commented, then proceeded to, astonishingly, nibble on my cock.
Her lips moved along the shaft, half kissing, half licking, as she grabbed it by its root. It was so erotic, so authentic, all I could do was stare in wonder.
“You smell good,” she observed, seemingly to my cock, not me, pulling back to look at it again.
Then, just when I was about to fall to my knees and beg her to suck me off, she opened her tight mouth, covered my shaft, and gave it a long, greedy suck.
Fuck.
Fuck, shit, goddamn, fuck.
All my good manners flew out the door as Dallas serviced me in front of my window. I planted one hand on the glass and laced the other in her lush chestnut hair as she tried to take more and more of me.
She made happy noises throughout, driving me over the edge, to the point where I knew, disconcertingly, that my knees would buck and I’d come like a preteen after ten seconds if she didn’t stop.