Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“I have no patience to teach you this morning, little girl. Look what you’ve done to my cock.”
We are in the center of the bed, Edison kneeling with his pants around his knees, sweat covering his brow. And I quickly reposition myself so that I’m no longer on my back, but kneeling in front of him. “Please? I’m a good student,” I murmur, taking over the privilege of massaging his big, swollen shaft.
“Christ, I can’t say no to you,” he says through his teeth, his gaze riveted by my small hands traveling up and down his length. “Especially…”
“Especially what?”
His expression turns tortured. “I was a monster last night, angel.” A muscle jumps in his cheek, followed by a tick of his right eyes. “I’m still a monster this morning. Letting you play on my lap is the least I can do, before I flip my sweet wife over and hammer her tight cunt again.”
My lungs expel their contents. “You’re my monster.” I push on his chest to indicate I want him to lie on his back and he does, unbuttoning his shirt while he watches me. A king awaiting his pleasure. And oh yes, I’m going to give it to him.
“I’m the only one who’ll ever give you pleasure,” I whisper, straddling him.
I let my growing obsession with him bleed into my eyes and it excites him, his cock jerking and slapping off the inside of my thigh. “That’s right, wife.”
Reaching back, I guide his shaft to my entrance, rubbing him in my wetness, before impaling myself with a loud slap of my ass meeting his thighs. A triumphant sob from my lips.
Edison’s mouth opens but no words come out. His hands fly to the headboard, wrapping around the wrought iron slats, his breath coming in quick hisses. Edison has never put me on top, but the image secretly turns me on, so I’ve been practicing in my head, fantasizing about what I’ll do when he finally allows me to turn the tables.
Now, leaning forward, I brace my hands on his thick shoulders and squeeze the muscles of my sex as tightly as possible, making quick, horny circles with my hips. “I just want to rub my clit on Daddy,” I whine, my lips on top of his. “Is that okay?”
The groan that leaves him makes me shiver hotly. “Baby. You’re going to kill me.”
I pick up the pace until his eyes glaze over. “Don’t die before I give you your Christmas present,” I say teasingly, nipping his jaw and dragging my pointed nipples through his chest hair. “That would be a shame.”
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” he chants, jaw slack. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“But you haven’t seen everything I can do yet,” I murmur, licking the side of his neck, all the way up to his ear, before clamping my teeth around his lobe. “You haven’t seen all the ways I can make you come.”
“You could do that by batting your eyelashes at me,” he pants, reaching out to grip my butt in his hands, clamping down and urging me on roughly. “Ohhhh, little girl, you’re making me insane with those hips. Fuck. Fuck!”
I’m making myself insane, too. The promise of pleasure tingles in my clit and nipples, my toes beginning to curl, tension raking up my spine, poising to release. If I don’t give him his Christmas present now, soon I’ll be too limp and sated to do so.
I straighten back into a sitting position on Edison’s lap.
I pull my knees up beneath my chin and I spin around, muscles of my sex contracted, all of my weight concentrated on my husband’s erection. And it creates a wet, twisting effect that sends a wave of unimaginable sensation to my core. This is friction like no other. I spin and spin, using one hand on his hips to push off, and every time I turn to see his face, his handsome features are more and more blissed out.
“Jesus Christ. How did you…how are you…” His knuckles go white around the wrought iron. “Goddamn you’re such a sweet, innocent whore. My angelic, little whore. They all want your pussy. They all want you, but you’re mine. Mine.”
That vile word—whore—tickles me down deep on the inside, exciting me, encouraging me. Makes me feel confident in my ability to give pleasure. It’s my job.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I whimper, my orgasm vibrating through my center, strings pulling taut and snapping, letting me fly and fly, my butt scooting in every direction trying to find an anchor, knees squeezed to my chest, making him swell inside of me to the extreme.
His powerful back begins to arch up off the bed, a thunderous shout exploding out of his mouth. “Blessing!” I’ve never seen him shake so violently as he geysers inside of me, his spend leaking and squirting out of my flesh, I’m at capacity so quickly. “I love you. I love you.” He rears his hips up and curses. “I fucking love you.”