Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Even now she entrances me. Even now her beauty shocks me. Every morning when I wake up beside her, I think to myself, “I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”
Finally, once everyone has cleared out, she and I stand together at the wall of glass in our bedroom, looking out over the woods and staring out into the darkness. The sky is filled with stars, and out here away from town, it’s like an ocean of twinkling speckles of light.
“You remember what you said that night when we stayed in the cabin?” I ask, holding her in my arms.
“When we slept in a sleeping bag on the floor?” She giggles, slightly tipsy from tonight’s revels.
“That’s the one,” I chuckle.
“I said that I wouldn’t need a house much bigger than that one to be happy. As long as I was with you.”
I thread a hand through her hair, then hook the straps of her dress over each of her shoulders, letting it fall past her breasts.
“Well I guess we made that happen, didn’t we?”
She turns in my embrace and looks up at me, swaying her hips as she continues to slip out of her dress. I watch as it drops to the floor, exposing her fully naked body. So pristine. So perfect.
I’m hard in an instant and kissing her hungrily as she goes to work on getting me out of my pants.
“I love you so much,” I growl as my cock breaks free and my jeans drop to the floor.
“I love you too, Casey.” Her smooth hands trace my shaft as she moves closer, spreading her legs, enticing me. “You’re such an incredible father. You make me feel so safe, but so free.”
“You are, baby. I’ll always be there for you.”
I lift her onto our bed and set her down beneath me. My cock slips into her entrance, and just like the first time we made love, I feel resistance. Michelle gasps as I thrust in, and I groan and pump my hips hard, pinning her down against the mattress.
“My God, baby. You’re just as tight as you were five years ago.”
She giggles and rolls her hips back against me. “Stop smooth-talking me, mister.”
“I’m just telling you the truth,” I reply, rutting harder and deeper inside her delicious pussy.
Only my wife can do this to me. Only Michelle.
With one hand, I grasp her hair and tilt her head back so I can kiss her all across her delicate neck. With the other, I take hold of her breast, using it to steady her body as I pump her harder and harder, faster and faster.
After fucking my wife so many times these past five years, I know exactly what to do to please her. And I give it to her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and curls her legs around my waist, grinding into me, telling me she wants more, more, more.
And I want to come. I need to.
I pump her hard, deep, with precise, measured strokes until I feel her pussy begin to clamp down on me. And then I stop biting the inside of my cheek. Then I let myself relax.
“I’m going to come, baby,” I tell her.
“Yes!” she exclaims. “Do it, my husband. Do it.”
Her back arches off the bed as I pump my seed inside her. She clamps down like a fist as her own orgasm wracks her, and we come together, two lovers entwined in total ecstasy.
With the finality of finishing our house today and holding my wife as she moans into my ear, all I can think is:
I did it. I made her mine. I saved her.
THE END