Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Come here, you,” I say back. My voice has dropped to the ravenous texture of pure desire.
Slowly, she crosses the room and stands beside me. I run my hands up the back of her thighs, feeling the smooth, warm skin. Then I move up the curve of her delicious ass as pre-cum begins to drip from the tip of my cock.
She’s not wearing panties. She knows what she’s doing and what I’m about to give her.
A tiny whimper escapes her lips, and that does it for me.
I snatch her by the hips and pull her down into my lap. She tries to straddle me, but I spin her over and pin her down on her back. Her eyes widen up at me as I press the ridge of my cock between her legs so she can feel my arousal.
“I defended my thesis today, Daddy,” she murmurs as I bring my lips to hers.
“Oh, I know,” I reply, sliding my hands up beneath her shirt. I find her breasts and cup them, kneading the perky flesh and rolling her nipples between my fingers until her breath catches and her back begins to arch. “Tell me about it.”
She gasps as I pinch harder, her head falling back, succumbing to the pressure of our wonderful game. “I passed.”
I pull her shirt off and over her head, and she lies naked beneath me. My eyes scour her body as my cock swells to its full size. I will never get tired of this. Her beauty is simply too supreme. “Of course you did, baby,” I tell her. “You’re my brilliant, brilliant girl.”
“August—”
Her eyes seem to darken as she looks at me, an intensity filling them. Her hips roll, and I feel the slick arousal of her pussy against the thin fabric of my briefs. “Daddy, please…”
“Please?” I ask. “Please what?”
I know very well what, but I like playing with her. After all, it’s better to pre-heat an engine, right?
“Please, fuck me…”
Her words strike me with the same impact as always. I may have her beneath me already, but I quickly pin her wrists above her head with one hand, using the other to tear my boxers from my waist.
My cock springs out, hard as freshly forged iron, and slaps down on her soaked and ready cunt. The sight of it there—so big compared to her tiny little body—sends something surging through me so powerful it borders on primal violence.
I grit my teeth and press the tip against her soaked hole. “You’ve been dripping since Becca was getting ready to leave,” I say with confidence, pushing my hips forward just enough that she starts to spread.
“Yes.” My wife nods. I think about how angelic she looked at the ceremony, standing there beside me at the altar. What a contrast to the desperate little slut she is now. My slut. No one else’s.
Her pussy lips clench around my crown, pulling, trying desperately hard to pull me in.
“Good girl.”
I slide right into her. Right where Daddy belongs.
She lets out a gasp but quickly covers it with a pillow. My muscles tighten, and I have to chew the inside of my cheek to keep from coming. My wife’s moans always make me feel like I’m a god among men. King of the universe.
I don’t stop moving until I’m buried all the way to the hilt in my wife’s warm, tight, wet pussy. Her fingers wrap around my arms, and I feel her heels on my back as she wraps her legs around my waist. I pull back, gritting against the overwhelming sensations, and slam back into her again and again.
The slapping sounds…I’ll never grow tired of them. An audible confirmation of the work I’m putting in. Between them and the moans from her lips, it’s like my own private symphony. A symphony I was born to conduct.
“Harder, Daddy,” she mewls. “Harder.”
I let go of her wrists and grab the headboard with one hand, lightly wrapping my fingers around her neck with the other. She loves it when I do that. Says it makes her feel small, vulnerable, and submissive, but she knows I would never do anything to actually hurt her.
Pumping deeper with my hips, I give her what she needs: hard, deep, relentless thrusts that drive her up the mattress. The headboard starts to slam against the wall, so I wrap my knuckles around the backside to muffle it. She reaches up, intertwining her fingers with mine while I fuck her with all I’ve got.
“Goddamn, baby. This pussy…” I grit through my teeth as sweat begins to form on my brow. “Five years on and it still squeezes me like the first time I fucked you. Like it was made only for me.”
She nods, finding her voice between a moan. “It was, Daddy. It was made for you.”