Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
My cock swelled and pressed against her thigh as she did things with her tongue. She sat up and pulled her top over her head. She reached at the back and snapped open her bra. Charlotte knew how much I loved her breasts.
“Big and beautiful,” I said, reaching out to cup them.
I teased the stiff peaks of her nipples with my fingers. She brought her mouth down to kiss me, teasing my lips before dipping her tongue into my waiting mouth. I ran my hands over her thighs and ass.
“I’ve been thinking about tasting you all day,” she whispered.
I raised an eyebrow. “All day? You naughty girl.”
She dropped down my body, leaving heat wherever she planted a kiss. She tugged on my shorts and I raised my hips and helped her pull them down along with my boxer briefs.
She let out a sound that was a cross behind a gasp and anticipation. She took my cock in both of her hands and then rubbed her lips over the tip. I threaded my fingers through her hair as she took my cock into her mouth.
Was it right for a man to want his wife twenty-four seven? She was incredible. In and out of bed. It was inconceivable that anyone would tell me to divorce her. Charlotte was my everything. My one source of happiness. She made my life meaningful.
My cock hit the back of her throat and I let out a loud moan. It swelled in her mouth growing impossibly big and I wondered as I often did how she was able to keep it in there.
“Fuck Chaz,” I said as she swirled her tongue around the crown of my cock. ‘I’m going to come.” I withdrew my cock gently from her hold.
“You never come in my mouth,” she said with a pout.
“One day,” I said. “I like it when we come together. Now, lie on your back and spread your legs for me.”
She batted her eyelids before doing as I said. “I love it when you’re bossy. So different from the normal you.”
She lay on her back and I stood over her and took a moment to admire the swell of her breasts and her curves.
“You’ve spoiled me for any other woman,” I said to her. “I’ll never want anyone else as long as I live.”
“You’d better not,” she said and wagged a finger at me. “You made a vow.”
“I did. The best decision I ever made.” I took her knees and pushed them back to her shoulders, exposing her gleaming, wet pussy to my appreciative eyes. “And now I want to fulfil another vow.”
She giggled. “I don’t remember that one.”
“It was veiled in making you happy,” I said and gripped my cock. I ran it up and down her slit, loving the sounds of pleasure that came from her mouth.
“Oh God, yes,” Charlotte cried softly. “I want you so much.”
“Fuck Chaz, you turn me into a beast when you say that,” I growled and prodded the entrance of her pussy with my cock.
“I love it when you’re a beast,” she said, looking at me with those sexy blue eyes. “Fuck me Alex.”
I slid my cock into her pussy and she closed her eyes and let out a long moan of pleasure. I braced my hands on her thighs and thrust in and out, making each thrust long and deep.
“Faster,” Charlotte says.
My thrusts became fast, quick jabs. I knew I was hitting the perfect spot when her cries became screams. She threw her hands back to grip the head board as if she was afraid that she’d fly off the bed.
“Oh my God,” she cried. “I’m on fire.”
“Come Chaz,” I urged her.
I tightened my grip on her thighs as they tensed. Then she let out one long cry and I felt an orgasm rocking her body. Seeing her like that, writhing her body, with her mouth half open, set me off and I let go of my control and relief washed over me as I came, emptying myself into the waiting hot body of my wife.
Charlotte
I sat in the waiting room of the ophthalmologist twisting my hands on my lap. It was my second visit and my body was tense with nerves. Added to that was the guilt of keeping something away from Alex.
After that episode when I fell outside the garage, my vision had gotten worse. At work, I’d dropped things more times than I could count, thinking I was placing them on the work top. At home, cooking dinner was becoming a challenge until I’d been forced to accept that something was seriously wrong.
I’d booked an appointment with the ophthalmologist the previous week, and had come in for a variety of tests. The doctor was a solemn older man who said very little. He put some liquid in my eyes and then proceeded to check my eyes through several machines, peering at me and asking me what I could see.