Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“I wasn’t…pissed,” she poorly tries to defend herself only to be met with an immediately sardonic head tilt. “Okay. Fine! I was! But I don’t like being lied to! Or having you keep shit from me! Or feeling like I can’t trust you, baby. Even though I logically know I can, I just…” Her sentence fades leaving the remainder of the statement unspoken. “Going forward can we please be on the same page for everything?”
“Jaye-”
“I would rather work on appropriately shelving disappointment than ever have to deal with the doubts that I had to face during this.”
Guilt grinds itself into my somewhat achy bones.
“This was unnecessary anxiety.” She scoots closer to the edge of the bed. To me. “This was me living in fear all because you were trying to shield me from something I don’t need to be shielded from.”
“Sweetheart-”
“Disappointment is a part of life. It’s a part of growing. And while it is not my favorite part of the elephant to eat, it is one that is necessary to nibble through. To gnaw through. I know you thought you were doing the right thing by keeping this from me until you had all the pieces in place, but this was a dangerous thing. You jeopardized trust between us. Let’s just avoid doing that again, agreed?”
Fuck. Me. She’s right, isn’t she? I should’ve just…let her in on it. Let her be a part of this mission rather than leave her behind where I thought it was safe. Well, you already knew I wasn’t fucking perfect. This just further proves it.
“Roger that.”
“Now,” Jaye tosses aside the blanket to reveal a sexy, lacy red lingerie top and no bottoms, “let me say that what you did was an incredible thing that only made me love you even more than I already do, Mr. Cox.”
“Mr. Claus,” I teasingly correct as I creep closer. “See the suit.”
Her teeth steal a small bite of her bottom lip prior to her purring, “Can I be your Mrs. Claus?”
Not growling is impossible. “Fucking always, sweetheart.”
My wife lets out a tiny whimper from the tone used.
“Tell me,” the order is given at the same time I lean forward, “have you been naughty or nice?”
“Nice,” she promptly answers yet spreads her legs wide to showcase how soaking wet she already is, “but I’m ready to be naughty.”
There’s no ignoring the way my swollen shaft knocks against the thick red pants I can’t wait to abandon. Growing a wolfish grin occurs in tandem with my commanding, “Turn around and get on your fucking knees for me then.”
Excitement is flashed on a tiny hitch of her breath. Jaye doesn’t hesitate to rotate her curvy figure that’s only gotten even more irresistible over the years. I watch her slowly execute the movements, knowing she’s purposely putting on a show.
That she wants me hungrily gazing at her swaying hips.
Her thick thighs that are opening.
Her round ass that’s playing peak-a-boo from underneath the edge of the lacy top.
Jaye presents me with a heated look over her shoulder the second she’s in position, silently begging for further instructions.
“Pull your tits out for me.” The direction is given as the pants I’m wearing hit the floor on a loud thud. “Let Santa see all of his favorite present.”
Light moans are followed promptly by my wife tugging down the front of her top allowing me the eyeful of her delicious, dark hardened nipples that are begging for my teeth as much as much as my fingers. Unable to resist taking her fast and rough – especially when she’s nonverbally expressed that’s what she wants too – has me wrenching her to the very edge of the mattress to deliver a harsh heave deep inside. Jaye’s head snaps back immediately prepared to release a scream prompting my hand to fly over her mouth to prevent us from being heard. The action in itself causes her pussy to clamp down on my cock tighter and otherworldly grumbles to shake the entire bed. Yanking her into my frenzied thrusting by the unforgiving grip I have on her face is rewarded by both sets of lips screaming with everything they have. Juices relentlessly drown my dick, dripping past the point where her pussy is slapping against my base to bathe my balls in the sweltering stickiness.
I hungrily watch through hooded eyes at the way her tits bounce on each and every dive.
Permit myself to succumb to the hypnotic whispering for my free fingers to touch them.
Pinch the hardened nubs.
Give them the slightest twist which makes her hot breath hit my hand and her toes curl against my legs.
Suddenly, becoming driven by an undeniable need to keep her howling and quivering convinces me to grow bolder.
Dirtier.
Granting her mouth freedom is swiftly followed by me shoving her forward.
Grabbing a fist full of her curls.