Her Prison Husband Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
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I squeeze Elena’s butt with both hands and kiss her gently where her neck meets her shoulders. It’s got to be my favorite part on her, aside from the most obvious parts.

“Oh, is that right? A bad man?” I chuckle. “I thought I was a bad man turned good man?”

“Well—” Elena smiles. “That’s technically true. But Daddy’s a bad man because of what he does to Mommy!”

“Ahhh,” I chuckle, squeezing her butt tighter. “Then Daddy has to agree with that. Say, isn’t it past little Pauly’s bedtime?”

Paulie doesn’t really have a set bedtime, sometimes going to bed before we eat and sometimes after, but right now he is looking quite sleepy, and I can feel my cock growing rapidly as I press against Elena’s backside. I have a feeling whatever she’s started cooking for tonight might have to wait…

“Yes, this little man is looking sleepy,” she agrees. “Why don’t I take him to his room and put him down. Daddy, why don’t you give the curry a stir and make sure it isn’t sticking to the bottom of the pan for me, and I will be right back.”

With a kiss, Elena hurries off to the nursery, and I go over to the stove where a pot is simmering. Since coming to Thailand, Elena has immersed herself in the local cuisine and become quite the chef. But what else would you expect from a woman who got herself on the partner track at her law firm while still in her twenties?

The curry needs a little water to keep it from drying out, so I add a half a cup, give it a quick stir, put the lid back on, and turn the heat down. That’s when Elena emerges from the back of the house wearing a sheer white, floral patterned robe, and from the look of it, nothing underneath.

“Is he down?” I ask, my cock growing stiffer as she walks toward me, moving her hips seductively.

“Out like a light,” she replies. God, she’s gorgeous. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. How did I end up with her? All those letters, the first visit to prison that ended up almost ruining everything, and then everything we had to go through to get here. I’m so lucky I should start playing the lottery.

I didn’t think our sex life could get any better than it already was, but once we got to Thailand and out of that damn conjugal trailer, it was like a whole new world opened up to us. I don’t even have words to describe what goes on between us. Neither of us holds anything back. Sometimes it’s sweet and slow and what could only be described as “lovemaking.” Other times it’s ferocious, primal, where I pull her hair, grab her by the throat, pin her down to the bed beneath me, and fuck her like an animal until we’re both sweating and she’s come so many times she can barely say my name when I’m done with her. I breed her and leave her lying on the mattress filled with my release, dripping out of her hole and down her ass onto the sheets beneath her. I absolutely love to stand over her and look down and see her beautiful face smeared with a sheen of her sweat as her plump tits rise and fall with every breath. Christ, do I love to wear her out.

That’s one of the things I love about this cottage – the privacy. We’ve got six acres of land, beach as well as trees surrounding us, with our own little shack up the sand where we can go when Mommy and Daddy need some “alone time.” It’s got a baby monitor and everything so we’re not leaving Paulie on his own, and that’s where I’m taking my beautiful wife right now.

I sweep her off her feet and into my arms, feeling the sheer fabric beneath my hands, barely doing anything to keep my fingertips from her smooth, soft skin. She giggles as I lean in and kiss up her neck as I carry her out the back door and up the sand to our little shack – our love shack as we jokingly call it.

“It’s a little ol’ place where…” Elena whispers into my ear.

“We can get together,” I growl back as I shoulder the door open and carry her inside. Her hands are already down my pants and pulling my cock out as I set her down on the bed.

The robe falls open, revealing her plump tits and her little pink gumdrop nipples to me. I lean in and kiss each of them delicately as she begins to stroke my cock up and down. I’m already at full attention and ready to slide inside. Still after five years, my wife gets me going in seconds. How many husbands can say that?


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