Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Would you let me come in your pussy right here and now?” I take my tongue up the sugar-sweet slope of her neck, my fingers finding their way down the front of her panties, my breath escaping me in a mad rush when all I feel is slick flesh. That swollen bud, so needy for my fingers, her thighs jerking when I make skin-on-skin contact with it, rubbing. Rubbing. “I think it’s something we both need, isn’t it?”
“I…I don’t know,” she stammers, embodying the role she was born to play. “Y-yes.”
“Yes?” I repeat.
After a small hesitation, she nods her blonde head, and excited beyond belief that I don’t have to wait any longer, I check for onlookers one more time before I unzip my pants, releasing my stiff cock as the carousel turns us out of sight. Fast as possible, I re-settle her on my lap and cover us with the flowy skirt of her dress, smoothing it over her thighs and mine.
“Shhh,” I whisper against her ear. “We’re just having an innocent ride, aren’t we?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she responds, dutifully, unable to hide a hint of eagerness.
Yes, I can feel how needy she is, too. It’s not just me.
Her cunt drips onto my elongated sex, lubricating me. Preparing me to take her.
And when I pluck her thong aside and tuck myself up against her sopping wet little fuck hole, the lights of the carnival flash around us, brighter and brighter. Every inch I sneak into her hot, milky channel causes my stomach muscles to seize tighter, just to hold back my load. Oh God, this is so wrong. Anyone could see us. But there’s no stopping now. Not when she’s mewling and wiggling around, trying to get comfortable on my impaling flesh.
“Feel how big you make me in your pretty dress?”
Her walls cave in around me, shaking, and I know, I know with total certainty that we’re in the right place. Together. This is what we were meant for. This is what has been missing in our lives. Each other, yes. Our love, yes. But also this specific brand of hunger and satisfaction.
Finally, when I can take no more slow playing, I lift Clare fully onto my lap and roll my way into a full seat, her cunt swallowing me whole. And she cries out at the unexpected intrusion, so I wrap my hand around her fragile throat, squeezing until she coughs.
“Do you want to get caught with Daddy so deep in your pussy?”
Her sides heave in and out. In and out. “N-no.”
“Rock on it, quietly, then,” I manage, my voice growing hoarse from the need to shout. To moan in pure bliss over my hot little wife. “Eat your cotton candy so no one suspects.”
“Ok-kay,” she says, panting, bringing the cloud of pink to her mouth and biting off a piece, chewing, her hips beginning a slow up and back pattern. When the horse goes up, she cheats her hips back and rides to the tip of my shaft. When it descends, she swivels and bucks, grinding me deep to the recesses of her cunt.
“Good girl,” I grit out. “This is how you show me your love properly.”
“It is?”
“Oh yes. Just like this. But a little faster.” I have her hips in a death grip now, urging her back, urging her down into my lap so I can get as deep as possible every time the horse descends on its pole. “Lean forward and wrap your arms around the horse’s head. Daddy is going to be hard on you for a minute, but it’s necessary.”
She looks back at me with wide eyes, as if to gauge my temper or my disposition, and I can’t help but lean down and reassure her with a kiss. A kiss that feels forbidden in the shadows of the carnival while we’re locked in a state of play, her pussy trembling around my inches, like it’s her first time. I dip my tongue into her mouth and she gasps, returning the stroke a moment later, shy, but with growing boldness. I kiss her as long as I can stand the pleasure without unleashing a flood inside of her, then I pull away, gripping her jaw hard.
“Do what I told you to do.”
She weaves a little, eye glazed. “Yes, Daddy.”
I clamp down on a moan when she leans forward and circles her arms about the horse head, clinging, her ass lifting beneath the dress, legs draped on either side of the artificial flanks. One final time, I check our surroundings to make sure no one is watching and then I press my chest down to her back, pinning her roughly to the horse, and I fuck her in earnest from behind, growling as I pummel her soft cunt, her hole cinched up so tight I know it’s only going to take me a few strokes.