Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
The dress slips past her magnificent tits, and thanks to the fact she’s not wearing a bra, I get an eyeful instantly. A groan slips from my mouth, and I have to force myself to remain seated. Faith grins, a knowing, naughty little smirk, as she continues to push the dress past her hips and onto the floor.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, taking in the exquisite sight before me, as I run my hand down my face.
My wife is wearing nothing but a tiny white scrap of lace, one which barely covers her pussy.
She reaches down and steps out of her dress, giving me more than I bargained for. But it’s like that every time. She’s so much more than I anticipated, every step of the way. As she collects the white dress, she turns, giving me the perfect view of her bare ass. The image of her bent over, wearing nothing but a white thong, is one of the many recollections I’ll carry with me in deployment.
One of the many I’ll think about as I do my job in hopes of rushing back home to her.
“What do you think, Mr. Anthony?” she croons, her sultry voice dripping over my heated body like honey.
“Fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world,” I tell her, feasting on the sight of her. “Come ’ere.”
With a sexy little grin, she takes three steps my way.
“Leave the heels on,” I insist, reaching for her hand.
She straddles my lap, her knees barely fitting between me and the sides of the chair. “Anxious to get to the good stuff, I see,” she replies, grinding her pussy against my rock-hard cock.
“You’re every man’s wildest fantasy,” I tell her.
Especially mine.
She leans forward and presses her mouth to mine. “I don’t need to be every man’s. Just yours.”
My eyes burn with the heat of a thousand suns as I gaze at the only woman I’ll ever love. When words finally cross my lips, they’re hoarse and raspy. “I’m yours. Always.”
Her mouth sears me, branding me with her touch instantly as my hands move to the globes of her ass. The kiss immediately turns ravenous. Her hands dive between us, grappling for my belt and ripping open my trousers. I can feel the heat of her pussy hovering over me, and any speck of control I once held on to flies straight out the window.
Somehow, I lift my hips, completely ignoring the bite of her heels digging into my legs as she lowers my pants enough to free my cock. Before I can sit back down, her hands are wrapped around me, fisting my dick, stroking gently.
“This wasn’t what I had in mind for making love to my wife,” I say through gritted teeth.
Faith shrugs her delicate shoulders. “Next time,” she insists, pulling her panties to the side and slowly lowering herself onto me.
“Wait. Condom,” I grumble.
She pauses when the head of my cock is wrapped in her tight, wet heat. “I’m on the pill, Chad. And I’ve been tested before for, you know.”
A loud groan pulls from my gut as I close my eyes, trying to just breathe through the pleasure. “I’m clean too, baby. I swear. I’d never risk you.”
“Then make love to me without anything between us.”
That’s all it takes to snap the last thread of my control. I thrust upward gently, filling her completely in one stroke. Our combined moans of pleasure fill the room and spur me on. With my hands on her hips, I pump, letting my body set the pace. Faith meets me stroke for stroke, grinding down on me and chasing her own release. Her pussy tightens, and I know she’s close already.
Releasing my lips, she sits up and bounces. Fucking takes me on the ride of my life, leading me straight toward the edge of the mountain. I follow willingly too, ready to dive off the cliff into the unknown.
I’ll go anywhere with her.
With her hands on my chest, I watch as her orgasm grabs hold. Her back arches, her eyes flutter closed, and her body tightens as she convulses around me. Her release washes over her, taking me right along with it. I grip her hips tightly and pump into her. I come hard, waves of euphoria slamming into me like the surf on the shore.
“Holy shit,” Faith mutters, collapsing against my chest, trying to catch her breath.
My brain can’t even properly form a response. All I can do is grunt.
“That was an interesting version of making love,” she quips, kissing the underside of my chin.
My arms tighten around her, holding her close. “Anytime we’re intimate like this, it’s making love, beautiful. And later, when I’m eating you out, watching you suck my cock, taking you from behind and seeing your ass turn red from my hand… everything, that’s making love too.”