Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
As I fondle them, I move over, lying next to her. My eager fingers coast along her belly, down between her thighs, finding her slick center. My breath hitches. Hers stutters. “You’re soaked,” I say, marveling. She’s hot and silky and so turned on.
“Do something about it,” she says, at the same time as she parts her thighs for me.
“So greedy. So bossy,” I mutter against her tits.
“Do something about it now,” she demands, arching into my hand, and then using my hand as a toy.
Thrusting against it, rocking into it, seeking contact.
I follow her lead, playing with her pussy the way she wants. With teasing circles on her clit, then deep thrusts inside the warm, wet paradise. I draw a nipple into my mouth as I slide my fingers inside, then along her clit, enjoying the welcoming warmth of her.
The needy moans that fall from her parted lips.
The thrust of her hips. The journey of her hands—up to her hair, like she can barely handle how good she feels.
I stop licking since she’s breathtaking to watch.
But I can’t watch for long because she likes it too much when I play with her tits. I kiss and lick her breasts while I stroke her sweet pussy, listening to her noises, responding to her plaintive cries.
More, please, now.
Till she’s shaking, trembling then arching into my hand.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, crying out, then shuddering as she comes undone.
When her eyes open, I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick her off each one. “You taste so fucking good. And now I get to feel you at last. Been wanting this for so long. Let me get a—”
But before I can say condom, she sits up and kisses me, cutting me off with her greedy mouth. She’s sucking on my lower lip, sending sparks through my whole damn body, making my fucking toes curl, and that has never happened to me before.
“Gage,” she says, breaking the needy kiss, her voice more vulnerable than I’ve ever heard. “I don’t want to use a condom.”
I pause. Process. Picture.
My dick turns to granite. My blood is on fire. And my mind is vibrating.
Before I can even rasp out a yes, she adds, “I’m negative. And on birth control.”
Her words are like a filthy poem.
“Negative here,” I say with a smile.
She roams a hand down my chest. “Take me.”
Two words.
They’re all I want.
All I need too.
Then, because a man should listen to a woman, I flip her to her stomach, raise her luscious ass, and kneel behind her.
“You picture this, baby?”
She gasps at that last word. “Yes.”
“You like when I call you baby?”
“I do,” she says, and she sounds drunk on this. On us.
Same here.
It’s barely been a month since I met her and yet…I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to get close to her like this.
To feel our bodies connect.
To rub the crown of my cock against her pussy.
To hear the hitch in her breath, the gasp in her voice as she asks for me.
“Please, Gage. Fuck me,” she says, begging beautifully.
“You want your husband’s cock?” I say, teasing my throbbing dick against her wetness.
“So badly,” she says on a whimper, her fists curling around the sheets.
I sink into her, savoring every single second. It’s so good, it’s unholy.
It’s electric.
Pleasure grips me hard, and I’m buzzing everywhere, a circuit breaker reaching maximum. I set a hand on her sexy back and push her down. Like that, I pin her, my chest to her back, an arm roped around her tits, my other hand gripping her hip.
I fuck her good and slow.
Deep and passionate.
Letting her feel every inch of me with every goddamn thrust.
Reaching that sweet spot inside her.
She grips the sheets, parts her lips, begs for me. “Yes, more, so good.”
My nerves fray. My brain goes haywire. And lust consumes every single thought.
Except…maybe not all of them. As I fuck her harder, I’m keenly aware that today is not a one-time thing. That she is already so much more than a habit. That I’m already a little wild for my wife.
“Oh god. Yes. So good,” she says, my noisy, horny, greedy, wildly aroused wife, who seems to love it when I fuck her.
When I slide a hand up higher, past her breasts, she’s lost. Moaning, writhing, murmuring.
“The sounds you make,” I mutter then thrust deep, reaching the end of her.
“The way you fuck,” she murmurs, arching back against me.
“How we fit,” I say, holding her tight, swiveling my hips, and taking her. Just fucking taking her.
Pleasure blasts through me, a torrent of impending bliss, and I’ve got to get her there soon. But she’s already helping herself along, maneuvering her hand between her legs.
“Fucking love that you’re playing with your clit,” I praise as I ease out then drive into her.
“Feels so good with you inside me,” she murmurs then cries, “Oh god, deeper.”