Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Um…is there something I can do for you, Janelle?”
“No, of course not, darling,” Janelle replies, waving a dismissive hand as she reaches into her purse for her cell phone, which is vibrating. “I just thought I’d let you know that your show was nice. Good work. Keep it up. Sorry, I’ve got to go now. Bye now.”
And with that, she’s gone.
Rain turns to me, her jaw looking like it’s about to fall off. I can see her eyes follow Janelle as she looks over my shoulder, watching her as she walks away.
“What the hell was that?” she asks, sounding completely confounded.
“You tell me,” I reply, almost laughing.
“Do you have any idea what it means when Janelle says your show was nice?”
“I do not.”
“That is huge,” Rain replies. “I mean huge. It means she’s probably going to put me in her magazine. The publicity that this will get me…”
“Didn’t that woman fire you five years ago?”
“She sure did.” She nods, almost laughing now too.
Smiling, I wrap her up in my arms and kiss her.
“Well, when you’re too good to resist, you’re too good to resist.”
I grip my wife’s curvy hips and slam into her, watching her ass bounce up and down and up and down with every strong stroke I deliver. Even after fucking her relentlessly for five years, my appetite for her luscious body hasn’t gone down one bit. In fact, it’s probably gone up, if anything.
Her moans fill my ears like angelic hymns as the walls of her tight flower grip my manhood, sending throws of pleasure through my body. Every pump is like diving straight into heaven. Every thrust is a wish fulfilled.
I’ve had other men tell me I don’t know how lucky I am to be married to Rain, but they’re wrong; I know exactly how lucky I am.
I spin her over and pin her down on her back, causing her to gasp at the speed with which I handle her. I thought she’d be used to it by now, but she’s always still surprised by how easily I toss her around.
I lean down and kiss her breasts as I rut deep inside her, feeling the crown of my cock bottom out against her cervix, just as she likes it.
“Oh, fuck, Marlon,” she whimpers, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“You like that?” I growl, dragging my kissing up her chest, then up her neck to where her jaw meets her ear.
“Yes…”
“Tell me,” I command.
“I love it,” she moans, bucking back against me.
“Yeah you do,” I groan, feeling her tighten up, causing my cock to swell to its limit inside her.
She’s close, and so am I.
“You want it?” I ask.
“You know I do.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I thread my fingers through her hair, tugging hard to expose her neck, which I cover with hungry kisses. I drive my hips forward, burying my cock as deep as it will go, and let out a primal groan that rises up from my gut as my climax tears its way out of me.
My seed sprays from my balls and straight into Rain, coating her walls and splashing into every inch of her pussy. It’s at that precise moment that she goes off too.
Her legs clutch me tight like pliers, and she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me as close to her as she can. I can feel her perfect, perky breasts against my chest as her whole body quivers, enraptured by her orgasm as it rolls through her.
“Oh God…”
We writhe together, entwined in love and pleasure, until we both come down at the exact same time.
I slump forward onto the pillow and let my lips press gently against her neck as I kiss her casually without even thinking about it. Just touching her is enough. I reach up and take her breast into my hand and hold it there as I take deep sips of breath. Rain gently strokes the back of my head, then after a moment, giggles.
“What?” I ask, rolling onto my back.
I see something in her eyes as she looks back at me–something hidden–as though she’s waiting to tell me something.
“You know I love you, right?”
“Of course.” I smile. “And you know I love you too. More than anything.”
“Of course,” she replies. “Well…there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you now for…about a month.”
“About a month?” I ask, propping myself up on one elbow. “That’s a long time, Rain. What is it?”
Again, she giggles, but this time, her whole face goes red. She tilts her head down and lets her hair fall over her eyes.
“What?” I ask, as a sense of genuine nervousness comes over me. I playfully reach up and poke her in the side where she’s the most ticklish. She squirms and laughs. “What have you been wanting to tell me for a month?”