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)
“It sounds like you guys spend a lot of time pranking each other,” I say when we’ve settled on the couch in his living room.
There’s a fire going in the fireplace, and he insisted on covering me with a quilt. Molly and Milo are resting on the floor at my feet in a nest of blankets that Cord put down for them. The sweet hot chocolate warms me up even more with every sip. But the warmest thing of all is how kind my husband is.
He chuckles. “You serve with people long enough, and you get a read on them, their sense of humor, the things they’d find funny or annoying. Helps ease the tension to prank each other.”
“Thanks for this,” I murmur when we’ve drifted into silence again.
Outside, the thunder has already started to quiet, and the lightning is becoming more sporadic. The sound of the rain coming down is still loud on the roof, but I find it’s not quite as terrifying now that Cord is beside me.
He nods. “Anytime you’re scared, you come to me.”
I finish my hot chocolate and set the mug on the coffee table. I lean close to him, licking my lower lip.
“What if we distract each other, just for tonight?”
His gaze strays to my lips. “I thought that was against the rules.”
“You’re right,” I agree and start to pull away.
It’s not fair for me to run hot and cold. He’ll start to feel like I’m using him. But then Cord strokes his beard and says, “Unless, of course, we argue about jurisdiction. Do the terms of the original agreement still hold if we’re in another location?”
“That’s a good point. Maybe we can bend the rules?”
He ducks his head, kissing me deep and slow. One hand cups my head while his other works at the belt on my robe until it’s open.
My nipples pebble beneath my thin sleep shirt, and I instinctively put my chest against his. Even through the material of my shirt, I love the way we feel pressed together. I rub myself shamelessly, whimpering the entire time. “It’s been too long. Need you now.”
“Soon,” he promises, his hands dipping beneath the hem of my panties until he finds my silky folds. He swirls my wetness around on his fingers, coating himself in my juices. “You’re so responsive for me.”
“I’ve been wet all week,” I admit quietly as his thick finger breaches my channel. It feels so good to have him inside of me. It’s what I’ve been quietly craving.
He groans. “Kept falling asleep with my hand on my dick and wishing you were there.”
His words have me clamping down on his digit. Behind me, I feel his erection nestled against my ass. He pushes forward, seeking his own friction.
“Make love to me,” I whisper, needing this more than my next breath. I don’t know how either of us have survived this past week when the only thing that makes me feel sane, makes me feel whole, is being with my cowboy.
“You have to come for me first,” he croons. “Come like a good girl then you can have my big, thick cock in this tight pussy of yours.”
I whimper at his words. He’s so big, and he’s filling me so much. I didn’t even realize how empty I was until he put his fingers in my pussy. I rub my clit furiously, stars finally exploding behind my eyes. When I come, it’s with his whispered words of praise in my ear. He’s telling me how much he likes to see me touch myself, how it turns him on to know his wife is playing with her clit.
Between his words and the first orgasm, I’m even more desperate for him. I need to feel his big cock, pushing into me, claiming and owning my body. “Inside me. Now.”
I toss all of my clothes on the floor, bumping him with my elbow twice, but he doesn’t care. He’s naked just as quickly as I am. Later, I’m going to spread him out and kiss every inch of his skin. I’ll let him know his wife adores him. But first, I need him to fuck me. Long and hard.
I stretch out on the couch, and he’s over me in an instant. His velvet steel cock slides into my weeping pussy in one smooth stroke. “You belong to me. You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
My hands trace his body, feeling the muscles in his back ripple with every powerful thrust. “You’re so big, husband.”
He groans, his hand finding its way between our bodies so he can stroke my clit. His roughened skin is just enough friction to make me even wetter. “Say it again.”
“Big.”
He growls at me, and I grin. But then he picks up the pace, thrusting even faster and demanding I say it again as he pants above me.