Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“You’re trying. That’s all he can ask for.” I kiss her gently, and she doesn’t pull back.
It feels natural. Like we’ve always been doing this and it’s totally normal.
But more than that, it’s always something I’ve wanted. This small bit of affection, while normal for most people, is never something I’ve had before.
Women have come and gone from my life, but that was always only for sex. Raw and physical, but there was nothing behind it.
No real intimacy. No real emotions.
It’s always been Casey for me, ever since that night.
“Come upstairs with me,” I say, holding her hand.
“Don’t you have to work?”
“I’m the boss. I get to do whatever I want.”
She laughs. “Is this a proposition or what?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t have to be. Come spend time with me, I don’t care.”
She licks her lips, head tilted. “You’re serious about all this. You know your brothers think you’re nuts, right?”
“I’m aware. What do you think?”
“I also think you’re nuts. But I kind of like it.”
“Which makes you just as crazy.”
“Fair point.” She kisses me again. This time, it lingers. “Come on then, my big husband, take me upstairs.”
Chapter 39
Casey
He goes down on me on the edge of the bed. His tongue, his lips, they lap me up as he kneels in front of me, his hands squeezing my ass.
“Okay, can I admit something?”
“If you have to.” His fingers tease me as he stares up into my eyes.
“I never imagined I’d like having a man on his knees like this.”
“Really? You must have a limited imagination.” He kisses my pussy then licks me.
“I don’t have a lot of experience, remember?”
He lifts my hips up and I yelp with surprise as his fingers slide deep inside. “I’m aware,” he purrs. “Would you like to change that?”
“I’m pretty sure we already are.”
“I mean, would you like to try something new?”
“I’m still getting used to the stuff we’ve been doing,” I say with a giddy laugh. “But sure, I’m open to whatever.”
“I thought you might be.” He rolls me over onto my belly, lifting my hips into the air. “I’ll go easy,” he says, licking my pussy from behind.
It’s filthy, and I feel extremely exposed, but that’s part of the fun. He seems to be enjoying himself, based on the very growly and happy noises he’s making, which drive me wild. I never expected someone to like getting me off the way he does, but it’s almost as if making me come is the whole point; his own orgasm is only secondary.
“Now, don’t be alarmed,” he says as he rubs my ass with one hand.
Then spanks me hard.
I gasp in alarm, looking over my shoulder. “What the hell was that?”
He spanks me again. When I try to wriggle away, he grabs me by the hair and spanks me a third time.
I gasp in shock and pain, but before I can process, he’s between my legs again, licking and sucking my pussy, then he sinks his fingers deep inside.
“Oh, my fucking fuck,” I groan, my brain exploding with conflicting signals, half pain and half pleasure and all of it mixed as hell. “What the hell is that?”
“That, my darling wife, is what a good spanking can feel like.” He does it again, a hard whack on my exposed skin, before fucking me with his fingers.
“Oh, god,” I moan, moving back and forth against his touch. “I thought a spanking—fuck—was a punishment.”
“It can be,” he says. “But it can also feel good. It depends on how you do it.”
“And you know how?”
“Intimately.” He spanks me again, and again, and this time he fucks me faster with his fingers and spanks me a fourth time with them buried deep in my pussy, and that throws me over the edge. I come with my mouth against the sheets, moaning into the mattress as he keeps going with his fingers. When I’m done, I roll onto my back, writhing with pleasure, legs stretched out, muscles tensed.
“What the hell,” I mutter, grinning stupidly. “How the freaking hell is that supposed to feel so good?”
“It doesn’t for everyone,” he admits, kissing me lovingly, luxuriating in my body. I love when he does this—like he can’t help himself. “But for some, it’s bliss.”
“I’m one of the lucky?”
“So it seems.”
“You’re going to be spanking me more often, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yes, most definitely.”
“I can’t say I’m upset about it.”
“Good girl.” He kisses me then rolls me onto my belly again. He doesn’t spank—only massages my ass before moving his hand down between my legs again. I wiggle against him, feeling heat spread into my core. “You know what else I love about you?”
“I assume you’re going to compliment me on my charm and wit, correct?”
“Actually, I was going to say your wet pussy. But that too.”
“I think my hilarious personality is better than my wet pussy.”