Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
The whimper she let out went right to my dick.
It never got old.
Whether she was trying to be quiet or screaming her lungs out, there was nothing like it in the world.
"What do you think?" I asked as her breathing started to hitch.
"Y... yeah..." she moaned, starting to grind against my hand.
I moved backward, pulling her with me toward the living room, where I pressed her down over the arm of the chair, her ass up high toward me, her hands clutching the couch cushion.
I went back a step, slapping her ass hard once before grabbing the material of her pants and panties and slowly working them down her legs, going down on my knees as I did so.
"Duke... what..." she started to object as I pressed her thighs apart.
"I am going to get a taste of your sweet pussy before I fuck you," I told her, then leaned forward and ran my tongue up her wet cleft before she could convince herself to object to the position. The second my tongue found her clit and pressed down, her legs wobbled hard as she let out a low moan.
I worked her until she was almost there before pulling away. As much as I liked to have her come just from my mouth, I needed to feel her pussy milking me as she came.
I stood, unzipped, and pulled out my cock, stroking myself with one hand as I pressed my thumb inside her pussy, thrusting quickly for a moment before pulling it out and thrusting my cock all the way into her tight, hot, wet pussy, feeling her walls tighten around me, holding me tight.
"Fuck," I growled as she turned her face into the cushions to muffle her moan.
There was no teasing, no taking my time.
I fucked her hard and fast, spurred on by her constant moaning.
I put my hand on her ass, moving inward and pressing my thumb, already lubed up from her wet pussy, into her ass, making her let out a long, whimpering sound that almost made me shoot my load too soon.
I kept fucking her hard and my thumb thrusted lazily, driving her up fast. Her pussy clenched down on my cock tight and I reached my free hand down to grab a handful of her hair, pulling her face out of the cushions.
"Duke... what..."
"I want to hear you," I growled, slamming forward and her pussy pulsated hard around me as a cry escaped her lips, loud enough to wake up the neighbors.
"Fuck yeah, milk my cock," I demanded, thrusting through, holding on until I felt her go slack beneath me, sucking in air greedily before I planted deep and came inside her on a groan.
"Oh my God," she half-laughed after, shaking her head.
I made an agreeing sound as I slowly pulled out of her, pulling my pants back into place as she reached to pull hers up and slowly pulled herself over the arm of the couch to lay facedown on the cushions.
And just then, Gracie let out a wail, making Penny sigh.
"That's your fault," she said, small-eying me from her spent position.
"I'm not even sorry," I agreed, squeezing her ass and going to wash up then put our daughter back to sleep.
When I came back out only ten minutes later, a bit self-satisfied that my apparent loud breathing was no hindrance in my getting Gracie back to sleep, Penny was passed out on the couch.
I smiled down at her, my heart an ever-widening thing in my chest.
It was moments like right then, as I leaned forward to lift my wife's sleeping body against my chest to bring her to our bed, our baby asleep a room away, it made me really see how much my life had changed.
Things like what I had now, yeah, I never would have thought they were even a remote possibility for me.
It didn't seem likely that I would find a woman who would see the darkness of my past and accept that it was my past and then want to build a future with me.
And I never imagined I would find a woman like Penny.
So good.
Loving.
Giving.
Clean.
And in coming into my life and letting me love her, she did the unimaginable.
She made my filthy life into something I never thought it could be.
Clean.
But there was no denying it as she sighed in her sleep and shifted up onto me, her leg cocked up, like she used to do with that fluffy body pillow but now used me for, and her round-cut diamond ring catching the light as her hand settled on my shoulder, in our home, our baby in the other room, another maybe growing in her belly, there was no denying it.
She made me clean.
And I would spend the rest of my life finding ways to thank her for that.