Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 50449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
I reached over her back and pulled open the top drawer of the nightstand for the lube. She’d had enough pain with me in her belly tonight no sense in adding more discomfort than was necessary. Besides, I was in my right mind so there was no excuse for forgetting the lube this time around as I have on occasion when shit got too hot and I forgot and took her with just her pussy juice and my cock snot for lubrication.
I greased up my pussy juice covered cock and then squeezed a good dollop inside the opening of her ass making sure to rub it in good. “Relax.” I ran a finger through her slit and diddled her pussy until she got distracted then eased the bulbous head of my cock past her sphincter.
She moaned and groaned about my cock being too big to fit, nothing I haven’t heard before but I was too far-gone to stop my forward motion and my cock just sunk in. I lost all sense of time and place as I felt that tight goodness wrap around my cock and only came back to my self at her loud cries and pleas as my balls once again erupted inside her. Fuck, how hard was I fucking her?
When we were both calm I pulled out of her with great effort and jumped off the bed, then headed to the bathroom to run us a bath. This was all part of our nightly routine. Once I’d taken her I like to pamper her a little and unwind before the last fuck of the night.
I came back to the bed and lifted her into my arms, took her into the bathroom and stepped into the warm water with her, seating her on my lap. She cuddled up like a little kitten and let me wash her while she pet me and I got to hear all about how her day was.
Most people do that shit at the dinner table I guess, but I find this to be more intimate. More often than not I’m fingering her or she’s stroking my dick all through dinner so that’s no place for meaningful conversation. It sure the fuck isn’t the right time.
I’d started doing that in the beginning as a way to get her used to my touch and to get her use to me having my hands on her somewhere other than in the bedroom and for some reason it stuck. Now we can hardly sit down to dinner without having our hands all over each other. Since it’s just the two of us it’s not a problem, for now; but once we have kids we’re gonna have to come up with something else.
She played with my dick while I washed her, spending an inordinate amount of time on her tits. I love her tits, not too big, not too small. I see her checking them out in the mirror every once in a while and pouting. I also know some of the people she interacts with on a daily basis have implants, but she’s not doing that shit to her body no way no how.
I’m working on her body image issues and have pretty much got her around to my way of thinking. As long as the man who loves her likes her body just the way it is she doesn’t need to watch and follow whatever fucked up thing some other chick is doing to herself.
That one’s not as easy as teaching her to enjoy sexual stuff she once thought was taboo though, because women are vicious as fuck to their own kind and can tear one another down faster than a swarm of killer locusts through a Midwest cornfield.
After our bath I pampered my baby some more, rubbing moisturizer into her skin and spritzing her with some of that body spray scent I like before taking her back to bed and putting her on her back beneath me.
This time when I slid into her she was a little looser, but I knew by the time I fucked her in the morning that shit would be tight as fuck again. Bliss!
Gage
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I stayed awake long after she’d fallen asleep thinking about some things that have been plaguing me for the last little while. Lately when she tells me about how her day went there’s always a new player involved. I never let on to her that there’s anything going on, but I’m paying close attention to every word.
Like I’ve mentioned before, my Holly isn’t the most assertive being in the world. She’d much rather shy away from anything even resembling confrontation than to engage the opponent. Me on the other hand, I like to give people enough rope to hang themselves. Then I tighten the noose and end their shit once and for all.