Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Keep going.” I keep working her clit, feeling her wetness coat my thumb.
“Term number two: we go out to dinner whenever the mood strikes, without worrying about the who or the why. No corporate bullshit, no strategic press placement, just you and me.”
“Done.” My hand on her hip tightens, helping her lift and slide back down the thick length of my shaft. “Easiest negotiation of my life, sweetheart. What else do you have for me?”
“Term number three.” She stutters in her ministrations, and her breathing changes as I thrust up slightly to meet her downward stroke. “If we want to hang with friends at the club until two in the morning, that’s okay, too. No schedules, no suffocating rules. We live our lives out in the open, on our own watch.”
“Consider it signed, sealed, and delivered.” My muscles tighten slightly as my balls draw up with the need to paint my wife’s cunt with my cum. Her center squeezing around me with every rise and fall is almost more than I can stand. “Is that all, wife?”
“The final clause.” Cory pauses, chest heaving as she holds my eyes. The playful, teasing light shifts deeper, laced with a vulnerability that makes the damn thing in my chest pound harder. “No children for the first two years of our marriage, Dom. I want time for us before everything changes.” Hearing her words, I grunt. A primitive, instinctual part of my brain immediately objects against the term. I want nothing more than to see her pregnant with my child. The mere image of Cory soft, round, and glowing with my baby, carrying our child, my name, and legacy, it’s enough to make my blood burn hot and has my spine snapping straight, holding back the need to fill her with my cum. I want to claim every single part of her. But as I look at her flushed face, messy hair, and absolute trust shining in her eyes, even I can admit I like the idea of having her all to myself. Two years of uninterrupted possession of the woman who has my heart, my soul, and my cock, it’s not a sacrifice. It’s a bonus.
“Two years,” I agree. “You and me, Cory.” I’m rewarded with a beautiful smile, and it’s my complete undoing.
“Dom.” Her pussy ripples around my length, her inner walls tightening in a violent, frantic motion as her climax slams through her body. She throws her head back and a loud uninhibited cry tears from her throat as she begins to ride me with a desperate, chaotic speed, chasing her high. The squeezing and pulsing rhythm of her orgasm is my final breaking point for my restraint. I don’t hold back for another second. I pull her mouth to mine, and my hand wraps securely around the back of her neck, anchoring her face to mine. I kiss her with a fierceness, deep, consuming, and swallowing her breathless cries. I arch my hips one final, powerful time, burying myself deep inside her as the wave of my release rips through my body. I paint her cunt with my cum, hot and thick, while our mouths stay locked as we come together.