Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Put me down,” she squeals as I rush her up to our bedroom. “I showered at work.” I growl, angry at the idea of her showering around strangers.
Kicking our bedroom door closed, I dropped her onto the bed. “You were naked around other men.” She lands on her back, but I’m quick to flip her onto her belly and pin her down.
“Are you nuts? Of course not. We have a women’s locker room. I didn’t want to come home with any of the gunk on me.”
“Gunk?” she nods fast.
“Well, I’m going to make you a dirty little mess and you’ll need another wash up, Mrs. Ivanov,” I whisper against her ear. I reach between the mattress and her, sliding my fingers under her cute pink leggings. Her firm ass is pressed nicely against my crotch. Damn, my pretty wife always looks so sexy in anything she wears, but she went to work in damn near hot pink leggings today, trying to drive motherfuckers wild.
“What are you doing in these dick teasing pants, wife?”
“Trying to tease my big dick husband because he came to my work looking hot.”
“No need to be jealous, Princess. You know this big cock is only for you.”
“Take off your top before I rip it to shreds.” She does and I flick the clasp to her bra, letting it fall off. Next those brain draining pants have to go, so I yank down her leggings and slid them down her thighs. They reveal her pink thong panties and round cheeks. “Fuck, Elsa, you’re asking for a thoroughly hard fucking today, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.” She pushes her ass back until it hits my hand.
“I love that you’re asking for your spanking.” My hand comes down on her bottom several times, turning it almost as bright as her panties. Elsa lets out a yelping cry each time I make contact with her supple flesh, and those sounds stiffen my already hard cock. My zipper digs into the bottom of my shaft. I reach down and adjust before freeing myself. The tip is already wet with a pearly bead of precum just for my pretty wife.
“You’re lucky that I’m too fucking horny to punish your ass for this. I need to be inside this sweet, hot pussy.” I run my finger under her thong and into her wet hole. “You’re so damn ready for me.” No hesitation. I move into position behind her and line up my cock with her entrance to slide into her warmth.
She grunts as I push deeper into her until my hips meet ass. “Fuck, Miles. You’re too deep.”
“No, I’m just where I belong and you’re going to take this dick because you asked for it.” I fist her hair, wrapping her ponytail through my fingers as I yank her head back. My tongue slides along her throat. “You are perfect, tempting, and all mine. You need to understand what you do to me. This dick is just a simple reminder. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think you do.” I pull back and then thrust forward, slamming hard. She gasps, gripping the pillows like her pussy is gripping my cock.
“Fuck me, show me that you’re mine, Miles.” Unable to stop, I take my other hand and pinch her taut nipples.
“I want to see your face as you come on my dick.” I breakaway long enough to flip her onto her back and then slide back into her warmth, wrapping her legs around my waste. My mouth latches on to her sexy tits, one at a time, sucking and teasing each one, leaving my mark. She rolls her hips, grinding to find her orgasm, but it’s my job to make her come and I better do it soon before I come. I reach between us and stroke her clit, rubbing her nub until she’s gripping me and hollering my name.
“I love you, Miles.”
“I love you too,” I growl, pummeling her pussy until I unload every drop of cum I have left. We collapsed on the bed and she turns to see my new framed photo on the bedside table.
“Is that me?” It’s the one of her that I took today. She’s bent over working, and it came out like a damn masterpiece just like her.
“Of course, who else would that be?”
“But…” She picks it up and examines the photo even closer.
“Elsa, you look perfect doing what you love,” I say, pulling her close for a kiss and take it from her to put it back where it belongs.
“You’re nuts.”
“For you.”
Miles
Six years later
“Put your hands on my husband again, and there won’t be enough luminol in the entire county to find a drop of your blood after I cut off every limb and dispose of your body,” Elsa warns the drunken bride who had her wedding here last year—the same one I warned before.