Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Until she can’t stop shaking and shuddering and stuttering.
“Slater,” my wife pants, breathing so uncontrollably choppy, it has me sliding my mouth back on top of hers, desperate to both give her air and take the bit she has away. Her nails claw at my shirt, the ends of two managing to scrape the skin underneath, adding just enough of unexpected savagery that my cock kicks in warning. At the sensation, Arley pulls back to plead, “Give me a real gift too.”
“Fuckkkk,” is grunted prior to me brutishly meeting her tempestuous thrust for thrust.
I wildly jerk around and around and around as her sopping wet pussy covetously clamps down on one final orgasmic scream. “Slater!”
The combination of her repeated shouting and quivering and manic bucking leaves me no choice but to grab a hold of her throat at the same time blazing hot bursts splash against the still quaking muscles. Loving the vibrations that come from being able to feel her literally screaming my name has me effortlessly adding my own, encouraging Arley to ride the aftershocks I can see are overwhelming her system.
Unfortunately, the opportunity to get lost in the view or give her another reason to have more is heartlessly robbed. Loud barks are quickly followed by familiar stomping that informs us that we succeeded in fucking and waking our daughters up.
Arley’s groaning is attached to an adorable pout. “Shit.”
“I’ll take care of ‘em,” I happily volunteer, letting my thumb deliver a loving stroke to her throat. “And then I’ll come back here,” my palm slowly descends to enjoy another teasing touch of her tits, “to take care of you…all…over…again.”
She tucks her bottom lip behind her teeth for just a brief second. “Promise?”
“You know I’m a man of my word, Angel Cake…”
“That I do, Cowboy.”
It doesn’t matter if it’s about getting a seemingly impossible job done or merely remembering to lock up post my afterhours visit to The Hunt Locker, I will always follow through.
Because that’s the type of man I am.
And for my family?
That’s the man I’ll always be.