Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Me?” She says it innocently, but we both know she’s lying.
“I don’t have time to punish you right now, but when we get home, there’s nothing stopping me.” My fingers slide between the lips of her cunt, and she moans as she closes her eyes.
“Yes, sir.” She rocks her hips forward and coats my fingers with her desire. I thrust them into her, and she hisses in pleasure.
My mouth goes back to her nipples, and when I suck on them, she gets wetter. She’s so easy to get off when she’s nursing. All it takes is two quick rubs and she’s cumming.
Her entire body relaxes after that, and I stand up. She starts to lower her skirt, but I shake my head. “Get that back around your waist. I’m not walking out there like this.” We both look down to the massive erection tenting the front of my pants as I unbuckle my belt. “Legs apart, princess.”
I grab her waist and lift her, then thrust inside. Her legs go around me as I raise her up and down on my cock, feeling her hot little cunt grip me tightly. I’m too fucking horny after drinking her milk that I’m just as eager to cum as she is.
Her body knows what I want, and I feel her pussy clench in answer. She cums around me, and that’s all it takes. I thrust deep and hold her there as I unload inside her. It’s hot and fast, but when our lips meet, the kiss is tender.
“I love you,” I tell her as I try to catch my breath.
“I love you, too Daddy.” She places one more quick kiss on my lips before I pull out and lower her to her feet.
We have to hurry to put our clothes back into place, but thankfully we make it to the gallery just as they are calling her name.
“And lastly, we have the artist of the hour, Mrs. Tinsley Dunn,” the curator says, and the crowd applauds as my wife walks to the stage.
I’ll never get tired of hearing her have my last name. Or celebrating her achievements. What started as little doodles in a notebook turned into an incredible gift. Once Tinsley was able to follow her dreams, she flourished. And I’m the lucky bastard that got to do it right alongside her.
As she reads the speech she went over about a billion times, I let my eyes roam down her body. No one knows her like I do, so when I see the way her knees brush against each other I smile to myself. It’s because my cum is leaking down the inside of her thighs, and she’s trying to hide it.
She looks up, and when our eyes connect, I see the subtle blush that stains her cheeks. That’s my dirty girl.
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THE END!