Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut just this once? Just one old woman on her last leg and I couldn’t hack it. I let her get to me, shit. No doubt he’s gonna ask me to leave.
My tummy hurt so bad at the thought, to never see him again…
He came into the room and I dropped onto the side of the bed. My legs had given out but I played it off like I was doing my retiring diva act. He didn’t need to know that I was terrified.
He didn’t say anything for the longest time, just stood there after closing and locking the door, like he was waiting for something.
“Get up.” He started walking towards me then as he begun unbuttoning his shirt. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but when he walked up to me and ripped my new designer dress down the middle like it was tissue paper, I figured things were about to get interesting.
“What’re you doing Chance Winthrop?” I tried covering my tits but he had already moved on. One of his big hands came down between my thighs and cupped my girly bits. It felt like he was lifting me by my snatch the way he had it grabbed up like he was afraid it would run away.
I didn’t have time to say anything more before I found myself flat on my back with his head buried between my legs. “Oooh…shit…wait.” Who was I kidding? My eyes were already crossed in my head.
He took long, slow, broad swipes of the kitty with that lethal tongue of his but I noticed he was deliberately missing my clit. “Quit playing.” I tried to move his head to where I wanted it but all I got was a slap on my hip for my troubles.
From his movements I knew he was struggling to open his pants and my mouth started to water. When I was a college student messing around with my girls practicing fellatio on a banana I never knew that it wasn’t nearly as accurate as the real thing, or that I would one day become addicted to having my husband’s dick in my mouth.
He had other ideas though it seemed, because the next thing I knew he was forcing that club inside me. There’s always that slight discomfort when he first slides in, but once he gets past the tightness of my lips it’s all-good.
“Wait, Chance.” Oh shit, what’s he doing? In the few weeks we’ve been married, I have to say he’s never once touched me with anything but tenderness, even when he loses control and pounds me too hard. There was nothing tender about this shit. I was inclined to believe he was trying to kill me with his overgrown dick.
He knew how to make my body sing though, whether hard or soft, and it wasn’t long before I felt his fingers on my clit. He kept stopping just when I was feeling good and I seriously wanted to bite the shit out of him and pull every hair out of his head at the roots. This sex thing was serious business and he was fucking around.
I kinda got the gist of what he was up to when I felt his body tighten up the way it does when he’s about to cum. My favorite part, I like feeling him cumming inside me, especially since he says I’m the only woman he’s ever actively tried to breed. I didn’t ask about the ex, fuck her.
But now he was about to cum without me. Things really became clear when he pulled out and sprayed all over my tummy before climbing off me and heading into the en suite bathroom. He closed and locked the door. Lucky for him or I would drop a plugged in radio in that shit with his ass.
Ain’t nothing though selfish ass. I was just about to finish myself off when the door slammed open. “If you touch yourself I’ll tan your ass.”
“What, it’s my snatch.” Damn, I was frustrated as shit, I was right there, just a couple of good strokes with the digits and I’ll be good to go.
“You’ve been warned.” He turned and went back in, closing the door between us again. Asshole! What the hell had gotten into him anyway? I felt like crying with relief that he hadn’t thrown me out on my ass. But then my pussy would tingle and I’d get mad at his ass all over again.
I laid there reasoning with myself while my hoo-hah throbbed with need. How would he know if I did it or not? I started to ease my fingers down to my snatch but something told me not to do it or I’ll get worse, so I stopped. “Good girl.”
What the fuck? I looked around to see where the hell his voice came from but saw nothing. The more I laid there thinking, the more I realized what he’d done and why.