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)
“Oh, Jake,” I beg, not sure if I’m begging him to stop or keep going. The next orgasm hits me like a wave and I buck against him, almost pushing his cock out of my pussy. “It feels so good,” I scream.
“It feels so good to me, too, baby,” he says, as out of breath as I am as he keeps pounding me. “Tell me your pussy belongs to me.”
I let my head rest on his shoulder, exhausted but feeling another welling as he continues to circle and press against my swollen clit. He knows exactly what to do to my body to drive me wild.
“My pussy belongs to you,” I gasp, coming for the third time in a row as he comes inside me.
I hold tight as I feel his seed shooting into me, loving the power I have as I accept all of him.
“You’re mine,” I say as we sink to the tile floor, the water still washing over us. My pussy is still pulsing around his cock. “You belong to me.”
He nods, letting his forehead drop against mine. “Yes, baby. We belong to each other.”
6
JAKE
Jenna and I sit on the floor of the shower for a few minutes while the water washes over us. I can’t believe how hard I just fucked her and yet, I know I could go again in a second if she reached over and grabbed me. I smile at my little brat wife, completely happy. The water starts to go cold and she reaches up and turns it off, getting out of the shower and shaking her cute ass at me.
“I might need to spank you again,” I warn.
She sticks her tongue out at me and shakes her long hair in my direction, splattering me with water droplets. Then her eyes go wide.
“Oh my gosh, dinner!”
She races out of the bathroom and I get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself and following her after I’m dried off. I find her still stark-naked and dripping all over the kitchen floor, looking into the oven with her lip stuck out.
“What happened, baby?” I ask, trying not to laugh at how comical she looks.
She turns to me and frowns. “We fucked for too long in the shower and now the chicken is overcooked.”
I look over her shoulder, massaging her ass, not caring at all about the chicken when she’s soaking wet and naked. I just came inside her and can’t believe my cock is already springing to life, ready to fuck her some more.
“The last thing on my mind is food,” I say, turning her around and kissing her.
For a second she relaxes into my kiss, opening her lips to let my tongue sweep inside her mouth. I run my hands down her arms and cup her tits, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. My cock jumps when her nipples spring to attention. I’m enjoying playing with her tits and making out with her as she grinds her body against me. I’m about to whip off my towel and take her against the kitchen sink when I feel a hot blast of heat from the open oven door. I reach over to shut it without breaking our kiss, but she pulls away, frowning at the ruined chicken again.
She slaps my chest and pushes me away, tears welling in her eyes. “I wanted to make you a special dinner,” she says, pouting.
“I don’t care about that,” I say, trying to pull her close again.
She crosses her arms in front of her chest and shakes her head in a bratty way. “You should care. I worked hard on this and now it’s ruined because…” She trails off, trying not to smile when she remembers why the dinner got overcooked.
I want to make her remember and tug at her arms. “Don’t cover your tits, baby. I want to see your beautiful body.”
I put my fingers between her legs, nudging her thighs apart. Her pussy is juicy and wet and I know it’s not just from the shower. She wants me inside her again, but keeps being bratty.
“No,” she says. “I wanted everything to be perfect and now it’s not.”
She turns and runs upstairs, her tits bouncing and her hot little ass jiggling. I think she’s asking for it again so I follow her. When I get to the bedroom, she’s got a towel wrapped around herself and I shake my head warningly.
“Didn’t I say not to cover your tits?”
She sticks her tongue out at me. Oh yes, she’s not just asking for it, she’s begging for it.
“Jenna,” I say firmly. “Take off that towel and show me your sexy body.”
She stamps into the bathroom, still keeping the towel wrapped around herself. “I think you should apologize for ruining dinner,” she says, in the whiny, bratty voice that makes me rock-hard. She looks down at the towel still wrapped around my hips and sees how my cock is straining against it, and she gives me a sassy look. “It’s because you fucked me so much with that big cock of yours that all my hard work on your special dinner is ruined. You kept making me have orgasms.” She actually turns away but I can see her pouting face in the mirror.