Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Somehow that seemed to make his cock get even harder as it bobbed, begging for attention. “Yes, Sir.”
Emerson’s tender tone went right through me as he climbed up on the bed, kissing my cheek before stretching out over my lap. As he buried his face in the bed, pretending to be nervous and even giving a hitch to his voice, he made sure his ass was arched up prettily. “I’m going to be good for you, Sir. You’re the best husband ever and I know you just want to help me be a better wife.”
We were definitely doing this fantasy again.
“That’s my good girl.” Rubbing my hand over his ass, I squeezed his cheeks and let the tension build. “This is going to help you remember your place in our relationship and that you don’t get to hide your pretty little clit from me.”
I wasn’t sure if little would be going too far, but it just made my naughty doll shiver.
“Thank you, Sir.” There was just a bit too much anticipation in his voice, and the fact that he’d even slipped out of character for a moment said how much he wanted it.
As he let out a breath, probably trying to stay calm and not beg me to start, I finally brought my hand down on his bottom. He sucked in a breath, holding it as the pleasure swept through him and I spanked him again.
Keeping up a slow pace, I let the heat and the sensation build as his bottom took on a beautiful color I knew he was going to love…because it looked incredible against his nightie.
He kept up his sweet housewife role for longer than I’d thought possible, using big gasps to cover his moans and pretending each shiver was fear-induced.
“Oh, I’ll be good for you, Sir.” He barely managed to hold back a moan as his hips thrust forward, grinding his cock against my thigh. “I won’t hide my clit. I’ll be your good girl.”
The way his body started to shiver hinted at how close he was, but I wasn’t ready to let him come just yet.
“Who does your little clit belong to, Emmy?” Slowly trailing my fingers down the middle of his ass and over his tight, needy-looking hole, I smiled as he moaned. “Who does your pussy belong to?”
It took several more spanks and another teasing caress before he found the words or maybe just the brain cells to make everything work.
“You, husband. Oh, you, Sir.” The breathy sound of his voice made the sentiment even more perfect as he barely held back his orgasm. “Everything belongs to you.”
Spanking him again, I squeezed his cheek and kept him distracted as I carefully reached over and grabbed the lube. I wasn’t sure if he heard me or not, but he didn’t react as I tried to silently squeeze out enough to play with his ass without hurting him.
“It sounds like my sweet girl has learned her lesson.” Teasing my slick finger around his hole, I pretended to be surprised as he gasped and spread his legs wider. “Oh, look what I found, a good girl with a wet pussy.”
Emerson couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to melt or explode. “Oh…I…”
I had a feeling either way he’d have been content, but I wanted to watch him come and to see the pleasure completely take over him. Sinking in slowly, I finger-fucked him as I used my other hand to knead his tender cheeks.
Good girls didn’t thrust back and forth begging to be fucked, so Emerson fought to keep still and to stay in character. “Oh, Sir…I…”
I wasn’t sure if he was trying to beg for more or to sweetly explain he was about to explode, but either way, I didn’t want him to hold back anymore.
Taking him harder, I teased over his prostate and nailed it with each thrust, loving the needy sounds that started pouring from him as his body jerked. He was right there on the edge, and I knew just what would push him over.
“Be a good girl for your husband, Emmy. Show me how much you love learning your lesson and giving your body to me.” The mix of all his favorite words from the scene and one last firm stroke over his prostate was all it took.
Emerson cried out, squeezing my finger and shaking as his orgasm swept through him. I kept moving inside him, taking him hard as he rocked back and forth, chasing the pleasure. When he finally let out a long breath and sank over me bonelessly, I slowed my touch until I was barely fucking him and it was just a gentle reminder that everything about him belonged to me.
He made a sweet, happy sound as he rubbed his cheek against the bed, almost drunk with the feel-good chemicals that were rushing through him. “That was…no one ever…”