Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Yes, God, yes.” She’s looking at me, deep into my motherfucking soul. Perspiration dots her forehead, sweat is coating my skin, and we both keep our gazes locked. The only time she leaves my eyes is when she looks down between us. My wife has always loved to watch what I’ve done to her, in front of a mirror, like she’s doing right now, and depending on what she thinks about the club, I may let her watch others fuck one another while they have their own view of me fucking her. One thing I won’t let them do is touch. Looking is one thing, but I know if some man or woman puts their hand on my wife, I’ll lose my goddamn shit, and I think it’s safe to say she’d do the same.
“You like that, Winnie? Like seeing my dick coated with you, raw without any sort of protection, knowing I could plant my seed inside you and create a life of our own?” She doesn’t respond verbally, but her body fucking does. She’s tight, and when she clamps down on me, it only gets tighter. “Wrap me up, cariño,” I say. My mouth is watering, and I’m about to make her dig her nails so deeply in my shoulders I’ll have permanent nail impressions.
“Okay, baby.” Her voice is soft and sweet, just how I like it. I lower my head, dropping a kiss to her mouth, nipping at her lower lip, and then I move lower, no matter that she’s trying to chase me. I need to get her off, or I’m going to fuck up and come before her.
“Fuck, love this, going to always love this,” I whisper against her skin as I drag my tongue along her neck, moving down to her tit until I’m at her nipple. Winnie is sensitive. I can get her off by playing with her dusky rose-colored tips alone.
“Jesus,” she mewls. I pull her nipple into my mouth, repeating what I did moments ago, but this time, I use my teeth, biting down and feeling her pussy pulse around my dick. “So close, Johnny. I’m so close.” I keep working her nipples, one after the other, watching her the entire time. Her eyes are closed, her body is undulating, and her heels are digging into the top of my ass. This woman is a hellcat of the best kind. Maybe next time, I’ll let her take the lead. Doubtful, considering I like the control, but it’d be wild as fuck to see all the marks she’d leave in her wake.
“I’ll pull out this time. Next time, I can’t guarantee it’ll happen. So, it’s up to you, birth control or we pull and pray.” How I’m able to talk while her greedy pussy is clutching at my dick with each slow and deep thrust of my cock, I’ve got not one single fucking clue.
Winnie doesn’t respond. She’s gone, lost completely in her orgasm. I lift up so I’m sitting up on my knees, unwrap her legs, push her thighs to her chest, and get deeper.
“Johnny.” It’s low, barely above a whisper, but I can sense her orgasm. The sight, smell, taste, the touch, and hearing her.
“Mierda, you’re killing me.” My thumb sweeps over her clit, prolonging her orgasm and making me hold out on mine even longer. Completely and totally fucking worth it.
Winnie repeats my name. Her hands that dropped from shoulders with the change in position go behind my thighs, and she digs right the hell in, coming on a long groan.
“You know pulling and praying doesn’t always work.” She loosens her hold on my thighs, watching as I gear up to come, tunneling in and out at a rapid pace, too busy getting ready to nut to answer her. My spine tingles, my balls pulse, and at the last fucking minute, I pull out. I wrap my hand around my cock, her wetness coating my way as I jerk my length.
“Don’t much care. Want this place filled with Sebastian and our kids.” Fucking her raw is where it’s at. No shit between us. And seeing her with Seb, I’d be stupid not to want her pregnant with our child. I let go of my cock, letting my cum paint her pussy, stomach, and tits in thick white ropes.
“That may be tough, considering our home might not be big enough.” Winnie says teasingly.
“Then find us a bigger place,” I respond.
“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes, but the smile that comes over her tells me a different kind of seed has been planted.
“We’ll argue later.” I move us until I’m flat on my back and she’s lying on top of me. There’s a mess between us, but neither of us gives two shits about it. If we were in bed, I’d hit the bathroom, grab a washcloth, and get it wet with lukewarm water, but we’re in the living room, and leaving her feels like a death sentence; she’s already yawning.