Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“But I like getting you right to that edge.”
“Prime!” She takes my cock in her mouth again and sucks hard before pulling back with a pop. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely—“
I turn her around and pin her to the bed again, this time spreading her legs. Her pussy’s pink and glistening and beautiful, and I bend down to taste her before spitting on my palm and rubbing it along my shaft. But I shouldn’t have bothered—the moment I press my tip to her aching and lovely core, it’s like sinking into velvet.
She moans, arching as I gave her an inch, another inch, cock filling and stretching her. “That’s a good girl,” I murmur as her hips buck up and her knees spread wide. “Oh such a good fucking girl… you feel so fucking good, so tight and wet…” I groan and I swear to fuck I nearly come the second I fill her to the brim. I’m hilt-deep, sink inside my beautiful wife, her tight pussy gripping me like she wants to strangle me to death, and it’s heaven, fucking heaven. She looks back over her shoulder, tongue against her lower lip, eyes heavy lidded and gauzy with lust, and I want to burst into her fucking womb.
But I manage to pull back, going slow, cock twitching with want. I pull out and she whimpers, wiggling her hips. “More,” she pleads. “Keep going.”
“Fuck, baby.” I grip my root and hold it tight, dick throbbing, about to finish then and there. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Prime… please…”
I snarl and angle myself into her again. This time I sink faster, filling her with one long thrust. She cries out in pleasure, getting up on her knees and hands and pushes back, moving forward, grinding on my dick. I hold her hips and moan, praying to everything good and right that I don’t fucking lose it, but I get myself under control, lean forward, tease her perfect tits, and thrust into my wife.
I fuck her slow at first, letting her get used to my size. She leans back, reaching for me, and I kiss her over her shoulder as I stroke her clit in circles. She moans into my mouth and again I nearly break. But when she falls forward, hair tumbling around her shoulders, I fuck her faster, filling her again and again as I spank her pretty-and-pink ass until it’s red with my handprint.
“All fucking mine,” I groan as I fist her hair. “You are all mine, baby.”
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Oh god I’m so close.”
I pull out and she gasps in outrage. I turn her around, shoving one hand over her mouth to keep her from complaining. Her legs spread and I plunge inside, her pussy so wet it takes me like I was born to fill her. She cries out against my palm as I fuck her like that, rough and grinding into her.
“I want to watch your face as you finish,” I whisper in her ear then bite her shoulder. “I want to see you come.”
“Oh fuck Prime!” She reaches up and pulls me down, kissing me feverishly. “Keep going!”
I fuck her until she’s lifeless, until she’s screaming into my mouth, until we’re all sweat and bliss and nothing more, until her pussy clenches and I feel her break, and I thank God I get to see her lovely face contort in pure ecstasy, and it’s too much. I cry out as I burst between her legs, as I fill her pussy to the core, coming harder than I ever have before, turning into sweat and groaning and not much more.
We collapse together. Her mouth finds mine, hungry for kisses. I stroke her hair and tell her how beautiful she is, how good she feels, how she’s such a good girl for taking my big dick like that. “I know it wasn’t easy, but you did such a good job,” I praise, kissing every inch of her.
“It hurt, but I really liked it,” she admits, looking shy and happy.
It’s dark in our room. I hold her against me. Moonlight makes her glow silver. I breathe her smell and want to stay like this for another second, another minute. I’d sacrifice anything to have her here, right now, and never anything else.
But what she said earlier bubbles into my mind. It nags at me, gnaws at my throat, and maybe I’m growing too soft for her, but she deserves a piece of truth.
“When I was a young man, I had a friend named Shawn.”
She goes still in my arms. I think she realizes how important this moment is, and I don’t know if I can keep going. But she turns to face me, one hand cupping my cheek. “Where is he now?” she asks.
“He’s dead.” I blow out a long breath. It’s been years since I’ve talked about him openly. “And it was my fault.”