Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
“Baby, you feel so good and tight around me,” I tell her, slowly pushing deeper.
She squeaks and shivers. “I love how big you are. I want to take all of you. Push harder, Daddy. Deep inside me.”
“I don’t want to hurt my little girl,” I say. God, she feels so good. So hot and tight. And she’s all mine.
“Please,” she begs. “It feels so good. But I want it harder. Harder!” Her sweet begging turns to demands and she reaches back between her legs, trying to find my balls. She shudders, coming again. “It feels so good,” she moans.
The fact that I make her come twice from fucking her in the ass finally puts me over the edge. I pound her deep and hard and fast until I come inside her again, finally letting my cock slip out of her to rest between her cheeks. She fondles my balls and then drops to her knees, resting her head against the edge of the tub.
“You wore me out,” she says.
I pick her up and carry her to our bed, where I nestle her under the covers and then lie down beside her.
“Are you going to get mad at me again for fucking you too much?” I ask. “Wait, I mean for making you come too many times?”
She smiles sleepily and snuggles up close to me. “I can’t stay mad at you.” She tries to pout but she’s too tired. “But what about dinner?”
Her eyes drift closed as I gently brush her hair away from her pretty face. My beautiful, perfect wife, still trying to be a brat even though she’s completely exhausted.
“Don’t worry about dinner, baby,” I say. “Let me take care of it.”
7
JENNA
I wake up to a darkened bedroom, with my body tingling and relaxed. I stretch and sit up, wondering where Jake is. It’s Friday night and we have the whole weekend ahead of us. I’m positive he didn’t go back to the office. I find myself a cute nightie to put on, leaving my panties off because despite the pounding I’ve already taken and so many orgasms I’ve lost count, I’m ready for more.
I laugh softly to myself when I remember all my friends telling me I’d regret getting married so young, especially when I’d never even had a boyfriend before. They told me I needed to play the field, make sure I was getting what I really wanted. One of them was shocked I’d even consider getting married as a virgin, since she was loving playing the field. At the time I wondered if I should listen to them, but I’ve never once regretted my decision.
I love the fact Jake’s the only man who’s ever made love to me. He makes me feel so special, and I know how much he loves that only his cock has ever been inside my body. The man treats my pussy like it’s sacred, worshiping me with every lick of his tongue and stroke of his cock. Thinking about everything he’s done to make my body feel good since we’ve been together makes me a little impatient.
Where is he? He needs to get back here and start worshiping my pussy because I’m hot for him, wet and ready all over again.
“Jake?” I finally call out.
I don’t want to go looking for him. I want him to come into the bedroom and find me spread for him, fingering my pussy. I can’t believe I was nervous about admitting that I touch myself during the day, thinking he’d want me to save everything for him, but the fact he got turned on and wants a video makes me so wet I don’t want to wait for Monday when he’s back at work.
I grab my phone and turn on the camera, setting it up against the footboard. Then I position myself with my legs spread and pull up the edge of my lacy nightie so my pussy is exposed. My lips are glistening from thinking about Jake and I have to admit, I look hot. Leaning over, I press record and then lie back and begin to stroke myself, teasing my clit and slipping a finger inside my pussy.
“Oh, Jake, where are you?” I moan, almost ready to come.
I hear a thud and open my eyes, slamming my legs together when I see Jake standing in the bedroom doorway. A bag of takeout from my favorite restaurant is lying on the floor where he just dropped it. His eyes are wide and his cock is bulging against his jeans. I feel my face go hot at getting caught pleasuring myself and filming it.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he says, staring at me hungrily. “Finish for me, baby.”
Feeling shy, I spread my legs again, and tentatively finger my pussy. I look over at him and his eyes are locked between my thighs. I lose my inhibitions when I see how turned on I’m making him and really start fingering myself.