Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“You are such a tease.”
“You want me to stop teasing?”
“Please, Cole!”
“You want me to fuck you, Princess? You want me to fuck you like a dirty girl, getting a thick cock in her tight little pussy across the hood of a car right here in the middle of a parking lot?”
She moaned, kissing me deeply as she reached down and curled her small fingers around my shaft. She stroked me with this feathery light touch, making my balls jump as I groaned into her.
“I think you need to fuck your wife, husband of mine.”
Fuck.
That was it. I grabbed her tight, and with one thrust of my hips, I buried every inch of my cock deep inside her pink, eager pussy. Faith cried out, wrapping her arms around my neck and rocking her hips to meet me as I started to drive into her. My hips crashed into her thighs, my heavy cum-filled balls slapping her ass with every thrust. I could feel her slick, sticky cum dripping down my shaft, making both of us slick and wet as we crashed together again and again.
I groaned as I pushed her back further onto the hood, crawling up onto her as her legs spread wide for me. I growled, rolling my hips as I started to fuck her, her legs wide and her feet up in the air as my thick cock buried itself to the hilt in her eager cunt again and again. I pushed her shirt up, yanked her bra down as my mouth covered one of her nipples. Faith writhed and moaned for me, her hands scratching down my back and clawing at my hair as I swirled my tongue over her soft pink nipple and plunged my cock in and out of her slippery pussy.
I could feel the hard little nub of her clit rubbing over my shaft on every thrust, and as more and more of her sticky cream leaked down my cock, and as she moaned higher and louder, and faster, I knew she was close.
…And I was going to be right there with her.
“You want to come for me, Princess? You want to come like a fucking dirty little girl on the hood of this car, where anyone could see you?”
“I— fuck, yes!” She gasped, clinging to me as her pussy rippled up and down my shaft. Her lips kissed and sucked down my jawline until I felt her breath hot in my ear. “I want you to fuck me like a bad girl,” she hissed, making my cock jump.
“Fuck me like I’m a dirty little slut.”
My cock throbbed, and my jaw clenched as the groan rumbled through my chest.
…What the fuck had I woken up inside sweet little Faith LaFleur?
But I wasn’t going to argue. I wasn’t going to question shit. I was going to give this angel — my wife — exactly what she wanted. I groaned as I started to fuck her faster, our bodies crashing together and her feet waving in the air as she screamed in pleasure. Her pussy gripped me so tightly, her body arching from the hood of the car to meet mine as we blurred into one.
“Come for me, you bad little girl,” I growled into her ear, my cock plunging deep inside of her as she squealed in pleasure. “You want me to fuck you like you’re my little slut?” My cock drove into her, making her scream into my neck. “Well only dirty girls get fucked on top of cars in dirty garages. Only bad girls take every inch of this big cock and get their pussies filled with cum.”
Faith’s whole body started to tense up, her jaw dropping as her eyes started to roll back.
“So come for me, Princess,” I growled. “Be my little fuck toy and come for me.”
That did it for both of us.
Faith’s whole body seemed to wrap tight around me — her legs clamping down on my hips, her arms wrapping around my neck, and her lips crushing to mine as her pussy clenched me like this sweet, hot little vise. She screamed as the orgasm exploded through her, and it was the last I could take. I roared into her mouth as I buried my big cock to the hilt in her pussy and just exploded. Hot, thick cum spurted from my cock, my balls twitching a they pumped rope after rope deep against her womb, until the two of us collapsed onto the car.
“I’m pretty sure that’s a dent.”
I grinned as I came up behind her, finishing with my belt and then wrapping my arms around her waist. She was dressed now, and biting her lip as she stared at the car.
“Yep,” I nodded at the hood of the Ferrari. “That’s a dent. I’ll get you a new one.”