Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Eyes, Winn, wanna watch your eyes darken with desire, see the tears slide down your cheeks, and that mouth. Fuck, that mouth of yours, swollen lips, hot as fuck watching you take me.” Winnie surprises the hell out of me. I open my eyes when she goes deeper than before and gags on my dick. I’m on the damn precipice of blowing my load; it’s by sheer will or determination that I don’t.
“Fuckin’ enough,” I roar. My hand tightens in her hair, pulling her off my dick and seeing my woman.
“Johnny.” She’s shaking with need. Flushed cheeks, wet chin, eyes red rimmed, tits lifting up and down with every heavy breath she takes, nipples pebbled so tightly that I know if I wrapped my lips around one, she’d come on the spot.
“Jesús Cristo.” I help my wife sit up on her knees. Winnie still has her hand between her knees, moving them in a way that I’m going to make her stop. Her orgasms are mine. No more of us using our hands to get off. And as much as it pisses me off to say, other people, not now that we’re back together again. A conversation we’ve yet to have and one I’m going to bury my head in the sand when she tells me what I already know. A truth I can’t be pissed off about because I’m also at fault.
“I’m going to come. Please get inside me.” She slides her fingers out of her pussy, a yearning leaving her lips. My hand shackles her wrist, and I lick the wetness from each fucking fingertip as she stares.
“Flat on your back, one foot on the floor, the other on the back of the couch. I want you completely spread open, Winn, and I want you to watch as I sink my dick back in where it always fucking belongs.”
“Johnny,” Winnie says my name again as I nip at one last fingertip.
“You’re trouble, wife, but you’re my favorite kind of trouble.” I prowl up her body as she falls to her back, my cock bobbing up and down as Winnie does as I said. Fuck, I forgot how damn flexible she is, giving me plenty of room for my body, and the cushion of her thighs bracketing my hips, it’s goddamn everything.
“Maybe I’ll cause more before the night is through.” When we outfitted this place, I had two requests. Furniture that would be comfortable, preferably a couch we both could sink into, not some narrow poke-you-in-your-bones deal, and a home office so I can deal with the bullshit from the club here instead of living at the club.
“I don’t think there’s a maybe about it.” My cock lies thick and heavy along her slit, wetness coating the underside. I place my hands on either side of her head, lower my head, and take her mouth.
“Mi esposo.” My husband, she mutters against my lips, rocking upward to get me where we both want each other.
“Not putting a rubber on, Winnie. Not with mi esposa. You’re my wife, no matter what happens, you always will be.” I slide my length along the lips of her pussy, the head of my cock nudging her clit. She takes a deep inhale of breath, her eyes close, and her nails dig into my shoulders. Other than that, she remains completely fucking still.
“I’m not on birth control, Johnny.” I drag my hips backwards, notch my cock at her entrance, and ignore her words for the time being. The clutch of her velvet walls sucks me in, and I’m a prisoner to Winnifred Marie Gonzales, better known as Winnie, my Winnie.
“Don’t give a fuck. Do you?” I grunt, unable to hold back. I pull back until just my tip is inside her cunt. Winnie’s hair is a tangled mess from my hands, her body has taken on that peachy color when she’s turned on, and still, I hold myself where I’m at. “Answer me, Winn. Do you care?” One slight shake of her head, and I’m done holding back. I slam all the way inside her.
“Johnny, oh fuck. It hurts, but it feels so good. Too good.” Her neck is arched, her tits offered to me. I lower my body until I’m on my forearms and take her offering.
“Jesús Cristo, you were made for me,” I say before I wrap my mouth around her nipple, pulling it into my mouth, sucking deeply while tunneling my dick in and out of her pussy. The way she clenches around me is enough to make me stutter in my pace, except I’d be an idiot to do that. She’s already so close. I move from one to the other, playing with and teasing her, getting her there and then slowing down.
“Mouth.” She acquiesces, giving in to me so prettily. I move my hand until I’m cupping her hip, the other tangled in her hair, pulling her to meet my every stroke, and when she pulls away, it’s because she’s breathless.