Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Her mouth is hungry for mine as I fuck her hard and fast. Her fingers grip my short hair, and I’ve practically got her lifted off the table with the hold I have on her ass.
“I love you too, Judge,” she moans while I rub my cock over her clit.
“Did you get this wet on the way over here to yell at me?” The sound of her desire is sticky and slick. “Bet you knew what you’d get when you raised your voice at me in front of everyone.”
I smack her ass hard and then thrust deeper at the same time. She cries out and throws her head back as her body tightens.
“Yes, oh shit, Judge, yes.”
“Watch that mouth.” I slap her ass again, and this time it’s the sting that sends her over the edge.
She’s panting and sweaty as I cum inside of her, and I feel the pulses of her orgasm on my cock. Her climax is pulling my own from me, and even now, I’m ready to go again.
As she catches her breath, I rest my forehead against hers. “Think you can stand?”
“No.” She laughs and shakes her head. “My legs are jelly.”
“Guess I’ll just hold you up for round two.”
Her eyes widen as I pull out and turn her over on the table. “Ass out, Kitty. You’re not going anywhere.”
She calls out my name when I enter her from behind and thrust deep. I grab her thigh and raise her knee up so she’s open wider and can take more. She’s so fucking wet from her own climax and my cum. I love the sound of how slippery she is when I thrust into her soft pussy.
“Oh god, it’s too much,” she protests, yet her ass pushes back against me on every stroke.
We’ve done this before, and I know she can take it. She’s afraid of the orgasm coming before it feels too big, but it’s always worth it.
“Do it for me, Kitty.” Deeper and deeper I take her until I feel my balls slapping her pussy. “Take all of it for me.”
She lies forward on the table, and I reach around her hip to play with her pussy. It’s drenched, and the feel of it makes me growl.
“So close,” she breathes, and I know because I can feel it coming.
“Whose is it?” I demand as I smack her ass.
“Yours, Judge,” she answers quickly. “Always yours.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you so much.”
When I thrust deep, I pop her pussy with my hand one quick time, and it’s enough to send her over the edge. She cries out so loudly her throat is going to be sore, and I smile like the devil that stole an angel and follow her over the edge.
This time is so much harder than the last, and damn, does it feel good. My own legs are protesting right now, but I have to stand up in order to catch Kitty. I give her a moment to catch her breath before I pull out, and we groan at the loss of connection.
I put my wet dick back in my jeans and then put her panties and dress back in place. It doesn’t matter because her panties are ruined, and there’s already cum all over the inside of her legs.
When she turns over, I pull her in my arms and carry her over to the small chair in the corner. I sit down with her in my lap, and she cuddles against me like a baby lamb.
“That was fun,” she sighs dreamily, and I shake my head.
“This is no way to teach you a lesson.”
“I don’t know. I think you did a great job.”
I kiss the top of her head and rest my cheek there as I hold her in the quiet of the barn. There’s still so much we have ahead of us, and although I might always be worried about losing her, I can’t wait for all the ways she’s going to push boundaries. Maybe that’s really the secret to a long and lasting marriage. Always have that little extra push and pull so that it makes the moments in between so much sweeter.
Epilogue
Kitty
Many months later…
“Look at this line!” my sister squeals with excitement. I have a booth set up at the town fair this year with my sign—Sweet Treat by Kitty Russo—hanging over the front. It was a surprise from Judge this morning, and I might have cried.
I even have a few girls running the booth for me since I prefer to bake. I’m not sure how great I’d be at customer interaction, plus I know I’m going to need extra hands with how things have been going.
“I know, it’s crazy to me.” It’s only been eight months since I started this venture. When the coffee shop in town, Brew Up, started selling my treats, it exploded.