Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
I slowly walk towards him, my jiggling breasts constantly attracting his ravenous gaze, and when my feet finally touch the wet, cold tiles of the shower—-
Aaaah!
One swift hard yank has me falling against him, and my world spins faster than it should be when I hear the slapping sound our bodies make as they meet.
It's the very first time for every inch of our bodies to rub against each other, and the feel of his wet, hard muscles against my trembling flesh is beyond anything I'm even capable of imagining.
His shoulders feel so massive as my hands curve over them, and my breasts feel so exquisitely swollen against the wall of his chest. I know I'm going to sound like a broken record here, but every time I see and feel his naked body pressed against mine, the only words that I can think of are 'big' and 'hard'.
My husband is just so, so big, and so, so hard wherever it counts, and he even feels bigger and harder than what's possible when something starts pulsing violently against my stomach.
God, oh God.
I find myself reaching for the soap, thinking to use it as an excuse to acquaint myself with his shaft, but I've barely started to move when I feel my husband giving me another light tap on the wrist.
"Why do you keep trying to do my job, wife?"
And before I know what's happening, he's already spun me around, and it's my husband who's pumping some liquid body wash into his hands.
Halp!
My heart nearly leaps out of my chest as his arms go around me from behind, and he starts soaping and squeezing my aching breasts at the same time. His fingers scrape against my nipples every so often, but it's the way he almost gets to the point of pinching the aroused buds but never does that ultimately has my back hitting against his chest as a whimpered plea escapes my lips.
"P-please..."
But this only makes my husband bite my ear...just as his hands move further down.
"Stelios!"
I cry his name out in shock when he suddenly spanks my bottom, but just as my body buckles, his hands are moving somewhere more intimate, and the next thing I know he's already reversed his positions—-
Oh God.
My back hits the wall as my husband sinks to his knees, and even though I already know what Stelios means to do—-
A gasp still breaks past my lips when I feel his breath against my sex. My husband's obsessive personality makes me nervous and excited at the thought of having him eat me there. My pussy is already soaking wet, and it has nothing to do with the jets of hot water blasting down our bodies. I've had countless dreams of my husband going down on me since the day married, and when I feel him finally prying my folds open—-
"Stelios!"
Just the first stroke of his tongue has me crying his name out as my fingers drive through the dark waves of his hair. My knees have completely given up, and all I can do is clutch his head to keep myself upright while the pleasure only gets more intense with every stroke of his tongue.
I'm not sure how much more of this I can take, but when his tongue suddenly thrusts inside of me, it's like falling into a whole new world of sensual bliss.
I look down just as slate-gray eyes lift up to mine, and the demanding glitter in his gaze delivers a wordless message that has me tightening my grip on his hair.
My husband wants me to watch him while he eats my pussy. Wants me to see just how much he enjoys making me moan and tremble with every forceful thrust of his tongue.
Wonderfully obsessive man that he is, my husband wants me to watch and understand that it's my pleasure he's only thinking about, and so when I feel his fingers suddenly biting into my bottom—-
I know it's Stelios ordering me without words to cum, and my body hasn't any trouble obeying this all at once.
Orgasm pounds through my body in an instant, and the way he laps up every drop of my release only makes me cum even harder and longer.
I cum and cum and cum until my knees finally buckle, and my smirking husband comes to my rescue as he sweeps me up in his arms.
Stelios carries me to the dressing room and sets me down by the vanity. My husband has always enjoyed towel-drying my hair, but it's the first time he's doing this with both of us naked.
My throat dries as I stare at our reflection in the three-panel mirror of my vanity, and I find myself wetting my lips every time my husband moves to this side and that, and I catch a glimpse of his fully engorged cock.