Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Come for me, honey. Let me feel you on my fingers.” I slip beneath the barrier of her panties to caress her swollen pussy lips. She loves it when I tell her what to do when we’re together.
I dip two fingers into her tight channel and instantly I’m drenched in her sweet juice. My mouth waters because there’s nothing I love more than getting to eat her pussy.
She whimpers. “I need your cock.”
“You’ll get it after you come.” I run my thumb roughly across her clit as I continue to finger fuck her. Her body tightens around my thick digits, telling me that she’s almost there. She loves dirty talk, and I can’t help whispering in her ear, “Be good for me, and you’ll earn my big cock.”
She detonates right there, coming so hard that she starts shaking in my arms. Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this. I’ll never get tired of the way this woman comes for me or how she calls my name every time.
I kiss her hard and fast, absorbing her cries and pleasure. I gave her this orgasm, so it’s my right to enjoy her screams in my mouth, to feel them vibrate through my body.
She finally relaxes against me, and this is one of my favorite feelings in the world, knowing that I’ve sated my woman. Driven her over the brink and made her scream and cry out.
With a couple of quick motions, I have her pinned against the kitchen wall and impaled on my huge cock. She squirms and writhes until I’m all in, and I give her a smirk. “I’m going to give it to you just the way you need.”
The whispered words send her into a frenzy, causing her to claw at my arms as I rut into her over and over again. This woman belongs to me, and I belong to her. We’re two parts of the same soul, and the only time I’m whole is when I’m with her.
I reach between us, bringing her with me as I come in an explosion of pleasure so intense that I can’t see or think or breathe. All I can do is feel. It’s only when my skin is slick with sweat and her sweet juices, I press my forehead to hers. “You’re amazing, wife.”
After, I clean both of us up, and we eat our stew together on the front porch, swapping stories about how our days have gone and watching the sunset. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just another perfect night here on the ranch.
Epilogue
Mira
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“Oh, wow!” I breathe out the word slowly and stare at the clearing. “I get why you picked this one!”
We’re deep in the mountains of Courage County. I’m not even sure this trail is on a map, but Cord insisted he had the perfect place in mind. Now, staring at the waterfall, I have to agree. The climb was rough, and I stopped to throw up a couple of times. I could tell Cord was concerned, but I just waved it off. It’s only a little bit of morning sickness, though I’m not sure he’s realized that just yet. I’m sure he’s going to be overbearing the moment he puts it together.
“This isn’t even the best part yet,” he says, raising his voice to be heard over the sound of the water. “There’s a cave behind it. We can get in there.”
“No way! Show me!” I snap a picture of the hike. I have a whole photo album of hikes we’ve done together, and we’ve only been married for six months. I wonder how many albums I’ll have in six years. Or sixty. There’s a thought that makes me smile. In sixty years, we’ll have done hundreds of hikes and had plenty of big babies and adopted so many beautiful dogs.
I follow him along the path until just like he said, we’re behind the waterfall. The cave shields us from the sound, and a fine mist coats my arms. After how hot and sweaty I got during our hike, it’s perfect.
He opens his backpack and pulls out a picnic blanket. I smile at the gingham blanket that’s already seen so many adventures with us. He spreads it over the cave floor then sets up a circle of battery powered lanterns around us. It’s a soft, romantic glow and the waterfall behind us is gentle white noise. I couldn’t have asked for a more private spot, and it feels amazing to be alone with my husband here.
I settle onto the blanket and roll my neck, trying to work some of the tension out of it. His hands are on me instantly, massaging my aching body.
I lean into his touch. I love the way I don’t even have to say a word. He sees me hurting or in pain, and he just takes care of it. The same way I did with his debt five months ago.