Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
I wait until the digit is tracing the thin strip along the length of her ass to state, “All fuckin’ mine, baby.”
Her face peers over one shoulder to pruriently purr, “Only yours, Cowboy.”
“Be a good girl for me and open wide.”
Arley’s feet quickly inch further apart.
Additional grumbles are attached to another set of commands. “Step forward and bend over.” My gaze caresses the curve of her ass as my hand does the same to my cock. “I wanna see all of my toy before I play with it.”
Hearing her breath hitch makes me even harder, yet it’s seeing her shakily follow my orders that threatens to make me come too soon.
And it is far fucking too soon for that shit.
My dick isn’t even out of my goddamn jeans.
Angel Cake folds her curvy frame forward exposing to me exactly how wet she already is. The sight of the small stretch of material being soaked pulls deeper, more animalistic growls from my chest that simply cause her to grow wetter.
Whimper.
Wordlessly whine to abandon the position to be in another one.
Leisurely leaning back on the palm of one hand, I use the other to undo my belt.
Unbutton my pants.
Take my time pulling down the zipper.
As much as it’s agony for me, I know what it’s doing for her.
The longer I take, the needier she gets.
And the needier she gets the rougher she wants it.
Which is the way we both like it.
We’ve done the slow shit probably a handful of times, one being our wedding night. Other than that? I’m still rarely gentle.
She doesn’t ask.
I don’t give.
That policy will remain until there’s a reason for it to change.
Freeing my cock precedes harshly fisting it by mere seconds. A low grumble of satisfaction summons her stare my direction and seeing me touch myself while staring at her has Arley biting her bottom lip in a pouting fashion. I languorously stroke my shaft, using the pre cum that’s leaking from the tip to assist in slickening its entire length. One lazy rub doesn’t take long to become another.
Or another.
By the third, my wife releases a wide mouth, air-based cry, and begins to languidly sway her hips from side to side, delivering an unexpected show.
Her impromptu decision increases my speed.
And my increase ignites hers.
Convinces the love of my life to glide one hand inside her panties.
Dip a finger inside.
Moan my name so goddamn loud that it trembles her entire fucking figure.
“Naughty girl,” I hiss through gritted teeth, jerking transposing to one more rugged. Vicious. “You’re only mine to play with, remember?”
A combination of a huff and whine escapes prior to her removing her finger.
Lowering her jaw.
Sliding it so slowly across her tongue that my balls clap together for an encore.
“Fuckkkkkk,” is accompanied by me abandoning my teasing tugs to point at my hard dick. “Sit.”
Her brown eyes light up like a Christmas tree.
“Now.”
No gracefulness or large production occurs next. Arley snaps her torso upward, struts over a couple steps, yanks her panties to the side, and crawls onto my cock like it’s the only place she’s ever fucking belonged. Jaw clenching heat whirls around my shaft, mercilessly drowning it in so much ecstasy, my toes scrape against the hardwood in search of stability.
Her head immediately falls backward on a body arching cry at the time her slick muscles relentlessly squeeze, “Slater!”
As much as I want her screaming – and can never get enough of it – the last thing we need is the crew of the Cock Block Enterprise swooping in here to ruin the moment.
They’ve already been putting big numbers on the board for the week.
We’re the ones that need the fuckin’ win.
Pun intended.
I clamp one hand across my wife’s mouth and use the other to cup her ass. “They wake up, you don’t come.” Gripping both cheeks tighter, I bore my stare into hers. “And I wanna feel you comin’ on my cock, baby.” An arrogant smirk slips into place. “That’s my real gift.”
Angel Cake’s whimpers hit my palm convincing me to replace my hand with my mouth. Aggressively, my tongue takes off after hers, anxious to match the frantic rolling of her hips. While I love to see her feet planted on the bed, hands pressed to my chest, frame bouncing in place on my dick, there’s something even better about the way she grinds. How she uses my cock to ceaselessly caress her clit. How she uses me to give her everything she fucking wants.
Needs.
Feeling Arley’s knees continuously dig into my thighs while the points of her heels scape against my fingers leads them to flexing, wordlessly commanding she goes faster.
Even harder.
Two hands greedily grab the edges of my flannel and begin yanking me into the frantic bucking. Delivering lashes to her tongue is momentarily ceased in order to pull back and rest my forehead against hers. Watching the way she works my dick, drenching it, my jeans, my boxer briefs, and my balls just enough to have them desperately swelling up to feel any additional ounce of wetness, once more tempts me into letting go too early. Rather than focus on controlling that ending, I speed hers up. Yank down the bows to expose her nipples. Yank up the string between her cheeks to add feathering rubs of her back hole. Steal bite after bite after bite of her bottom lip until it starts to swell like her pussy.