Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Her body responded in the sexiest way.
Her back arched.
A moan escaped her pretty mouth.
Her fingers clutched at my hair.
“Are you thirsty too?” I questioned and locked my gaze with hers. Slowly, I bit down on the edge of her nightgown and tugged the material away from her exquisite skin, revealing her now heavy tits. “Because I volunteer as tribute to fill you up.”
“Are you seriously quoting Hunger Games while talking about coming?”
“Hey, you’re the one who made me watch it,” I teased with a nod and wrapped my greedy lips around one bared nipple and sucked it into my mouth.
A half laugh, half moan jumped from her lungs, but her amusement over movie quotes was lost once I switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.
God, she’s fucking everything.
I slid one hand down her belly and didn’t stop until I gripped her pussy through the material. Even through the nightgown and her panties, I could feel that she was already growing wet with anticipation.
“Wes.” She groaned and shifted her hips back and forth.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Are you trying to make me feel crazy on purpose?” she asked, her voice raspy with need. “Or is that an unexpected by-product?”
I chuckled.
“Don’t laugh, buddy. I’m a short second away from hacking off your hand, so I can use it to make myself come a little faster.”
I paused briefly, raising my eyebrows as I looked her in the eye.
“Wow. Okay, Fred. Message received.” With my index finger, I pushed her panties out of the way so I could slip a finger inside her.
Fuck me. She was wet and warm and tight and all the things my cock had been dreaming of since the second she tried to tell me this was a no-sex vacation.
Lesson learned—the wife is always right. Sure, anticipation is great, but this is much fucking better.
I rested my chin on her chest as I continued to stroke my finger in and out of her warmth, but apparently, it still wasn’t enough.
Assertiveness overcoming her, she pushed me onto my back, rolled, shoved up on her elbow, straddled my hips, and saddled the fuck up.
Oh, fuck yes. I love feisty Winnie.
With her thighs straddling my hips and her pussy pushed against my still-covered cock, she lifted her nightgown over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Hands to my chest, my wife stared down at me with the kind of heat in her eyes that would drive any man wild.
My cock grew painfully hard, pressing against the restraint that was my boxers, and my minx of a wife wiggled her hips to increase the pleasurable pressure.
“Playtime is over,” she whispered, and instead of waiting for me to respond, she took matters into her own hands.
Lifting up slightly on her knees, she yanked my boxers down just enough to release my cock, slid her panties to the side with one hand, and my goddess of a wife slowly filled herself up.
Inch-by-fucking-inch, the warmth of her pussy consumed me.
It was nirvana.
Confident and demanding and fucking greedy-as-hell, Winnie started riding me like she didn’t give a fuck about anything but her pleasure. Even when I reached out to grip her hips, she slapped my fucking hands away.
I swear, this is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life.
I couldn’t stop watching her if it was a command in one of the fucking Saw movies. The way her breasts gently bounced up and down. The way her blond hair fell across her shoulders. The way her eyes fixated on where we were intimately connected. Seriously, if I had to stop to save my life, consider me dead.
I took one of her hands in mine and moved it to the base of my cock. “Feel that, baby?” I whispered toward her and made her fingertips graze across the base of my length, so she could feel how fucking hard I was for her and the way her arousal coated me. “I’m so hard for you. This, right here, is heaven. Me and you. Always fucking heaven.”
She moaned and the rhythm of her hips turned erratic, but her fingers never stopped exploring, never stopped feeling the way we were intimately connected.
“More,” she whimpered through a ragged breath. “More.”
Hands wrapped around her tiny hips, I gently took control and guided her movements. Her pussy reacted, clenching around me like a pulsing vise, and I started to thrust in and out of her with deep, long strokes.
Her head fell back and her eyes closed, and when the first waves of her orgasm clutched around my cock, my brain up and zapped all the thought right out of itself.
Oh fuuuck.
With each stroke, I pushed myself as deep as I could go, and I didn’t stop until I felt my climax shoot up my spine and I was emptying myself inside her.