Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Her glare becomes even more hooded on an airy, “Yes.”
Pleased grumbles preface additional feathery presses. “Yes, what?”
“Yes,” she moans out as her nails momentarily cut into the fabric of my t-shirt. “Yes, you can have me.”
This time it’s me who gets to display a triumphant grin.
Gliding my hands up the length of her spine is followed by them working together to undo the hooks holding her bra in place. The instant they’re undone, the lacy red material loosens allowing me to guide my fingertips along the straps to assist in the removal process. Down… down…down…goes the accessory, slowly but surely exposing her full tits.
Her dark nipples which are now hardening under my stare.
That I love to watch harden under my stare.
Ravenously cupping them both occurs before the object has even managed to hit the ground. “Still so fucking perfect, Little Prey.” My thumbs greedily graze the peeks. “And still all mine.”
Capturing one hardened nipple between my teeth receives a delectable gasp, while sinking them in further, adding pressure along with the tiniest inkling of pain pushes Bryn to eagerly latch her fingers onto my locks.
Pull me closer.
Command I keep going.
Keep nipping.
Keep whirling the very tip of my tongue around and around and around while her entire body rolls into the action.
Follows the pattern.
Speed.
Trembles when I relinquish my hold only to uncontrollably shudder when I resume the sucking on the other side.
Except it’s harder.
And hungrier.
Has me squeezing tighter as I sloppily spin my tongue around to the siren sounds of my wife’s panting.
Justice League hear me now…I would sacrifice earth in its entirety to hear her make this noise for all of eternity.
Scraping my teeth away from her tits, down her toned torso, towards the top of her lacey bottoms is accompanied by my palms gluttonously groping and grasping and grating every inch of skin possible.
I love every curve that she’s acquired from having our children.
Every mark that illustrates the changes she’s endured.
Every tattoo that’s found a permanent home on her beautiful brown skin.
The shark.
The Bat signal.
The three shark fins swimming across her feet.
There isn’t a single centimeter of my woman’s body that I don’t know.
Or adore.
Or love.
Once each set of my fingers hook onto the string of her panties, they follow it around back to where it’s being held together by a single, tied bow.
One hard tug is all it takes to have the cloth cascading downward into the small space between her thighs; however, instead of letting my tongue dart forward – like its anxious to do – I snatch up the underwear.
Rise back to my feet.
Devilishly smirk and whirl my finger around. “Turn.”
Her lack of reluctance to do what she’s told simply makes my dick swell more.
“Hands.”
Bryn folds them behind her back at the same time she curiously glances over her shoulder.
It’s not unheard of for us to engage in a bit of bondage every now and again.
It’s just that every now and again tends to be when the kids aren’t home or when we’ve snuck away for a night alone at the penthouse, which is where the vast majority of our more adventurous sex accessories call home.
Watching me tie her wrists together has my wife whimpering and wiggling and whimpering again when the fabric is snuggly secure.
I gently rotate her frame towards the bed.
Roughly push her over.
Take a moment to admire her beautiful, round, bare ass while working my shaft out of my sweats.
I think the only thing I love more than having it on my face is having it bounce on my dick.
And I think if I were to ask Bryn, she’d express something similar.
With my black, designer boxer-briefs and pants kicked off to the side, I wickedly lean down, over her shoulder, and whisper, “Remember to scream into the mattress, Little Prey.” Grinning against the shell of her is done in tandem with nudging her legs apart. “Wouldn’t want the kids to hear why it’s a good thing to be on the naughty list.”
There isn’t time for her to speak or think or even fucking blink before I’m slamming my cock to the brink. Her entire body instantly arches underneath me from the impact, wildly shaking, sopping wet muscles savagely swelling as they clash between approval and disapproval.
Oscillate between acceptance and exile.
Delectable mewls become suppressed in the mattress, encouraging me to adjust my position.
Stop leaning.
Stand straight, grab her bound wrists, and barbarically yank her into me.
They’re slow yet sharp.
Deliberate.
Cause her ass to lusciously bounce on each hit and my balls to clamber upward to bathe in the torrid wetness that’s being haphazardly smeared on her thighs.
I persistently pound, keeping a passive pace, wanting her to feel the full strength of every fucking thrust, wanting – fuck that – needing to watch her body quiver and quake and struggle to withstand the force of every heave.
Needing to get lost in the salacious sight of my shaft slipping away to sign on a dotted line that I only have access to.