Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
The thing is, though, my wife doesn’t care where or when I take her.
She just wants it, any way she can get it. Thank. God.
Quinn has turned into a little fiend for her man since coming to me as a shy virgin and I’m proud to say she’s confident as hell now. She knows all it would take is a bat of her eyelashes and I would crawl over hot coals to do any damn thing she asked.
Because of the fact that she clearly has me wrapped around her finger, she’s told me repeatedly that not only am I allowed to manhandle her, she welcomes it. Needs it. So I take that permission now and run with it.
Her light, silky nightgown is a stunning contrast to my hard equipment, my calloused hands, as I lift it to her waist. As always, she’s wearing those innocent white panties and with her legs wrapped around me, I have no choice but to rip them off.
Finally, I manage to stop kissing her magical mouth, my voice husky against her lips. “I thought of you when…I never stop thinking of you, Quinn. Not a second passes.”
Her hands run over my face, my beard. “I never stop thinking of you, either. My husband, my love. My Desmond.”
I lock our lips together, breathing, breathing, and I guide my throbbing dick to the sweetest heaven I could never have imagined existed and will never, ever take for granted. My wife’s pussy. It owns me, heart, body and soul, just like the woman it’s attached to.
I’m not even inside her yet and she’s already whimpering, wiggling around, knowing she’s about to get a good, hard fuck. Her tits are overflowing over the top of her nightgown, her nipples visible through the translucent material, but I have a deep need to focus on her eyes as I sink inside, slide out slowly and take my first bone-rattling pump. I need those gorgeous eyes to ground me, bring me back from the edge I’m on after almost leaving her tonight—and they save me, as they always do.
They always will.
“I love you with my whole heart, Quinn. Everything I am.”
“Everything I am is yours, Desmond.” She arches her back, freeing her succulent nipples from her neckline and I dive forward to suck them. “I love you,” she sobs, holding my head close, gasping when I start to drive into her hard, fast, her heels digging into my ass.
My growls weave together with her moans as we set a whole new kind of fire to the alley and each other’s hearts.
THE END