Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
And each and every time she welcomed me. So yeah, I had to wonder how long this shit would last, how long could I be this fucking lucky?
She loved riding my cock best I think because she always went a little wild when she took my cock all the way into her tight body. Then she would bounce and twist to her heart's content while fucking the shit out of me.
I gave it about a week before she’d worn my ass out completely because she didn’t seem to have a turn off switch. It was fun trying to explain to her the mechanics of the male body. She thought it was hilarious that I needed to recharge so to speak while she could just keep going and going.
Of course while my cock was out of commission she fucked my face and filled my mouth with her sweet pussy juice while trying to suck some energy back into her new toy. We spent the first few days as husband and wife fucking that was her call.
I kept giving her baths so she didn’t get too sore but she didn’t seem too worried about that. She’d found something she liked and she gorged herself until we both fell asleep too exhausted to move a muscle.
Yesterday morning had been full of surprises, first someone had leaked the news of our wedding to the papers, which led to my mother calling me and giving me hell. Not only for getting married in a quickie ceremony instead of the bash she would've preferred but also for getting married to someone she'd never met.
I'd calmed her down and given her a little background on my bride without going into too much detail. Afterwards she'd spoken to Ashley on the phone for a while, ending with a planned shopping trip. She'd pass on the news to the others I had no doubt and then we’d be bombarded with family members.
I'd spent the rest of the day fielding calls from friends and business associates wanting to know if the rumors were true. I’m not in the habit of to explaining my actions to anyone so those conversations were short.
Yes I was married no I didn't want to make a statement, that was for the local society columnist who wanted a scoop.
Now it's Monday and there's a lot to be done. I already started the ball rolling on the name change and new IDs. Next step was house hunting, which my girl seemed especially jazzed about. She'd already started scouring the Internet over the weekend for local real estate as soon as I told her.
It thrilled me to see her excitement as she'd stare wide-eyed at the different places in the areas I told her to concentrate on. Giving me a detailed account of all the pros and cons of each place she was interested in as I tried to catch up on some paperwork.
I hid my smiles whenever she'd see something she liked only to become dejected at the price tag. There was one place in particular she'd gone all dreamy eyed over. I'd earmarked it for her and planned on calling the listed realtor as soon as I reached the office to set up an appointment for us. I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn’t get her.
It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste.
"You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.
She also refused to take off her rings, which I was secretly happy about. I would've understood if she wanted to leave them off while there but she said they were never to leave her finger ever, so that was that.
"Ready." Fuck, my wife wore every man's wet dream uniform everyday of the week. I'm sure the dirty old man jokes will be plentiful not that I was that old but still, it was so clichéd as to be funny. “I’ll be there to pick you up after school did you want to go out for dinner?”
She hasn’t been out of the house since we got back, if were up to her I don’t think we’d ever leave. “Sure you owe me a Big Mac.” I grinned at her and led her out the door. I won’t remind her that I’d been the one to ask her if she wanted to get her burger but she’d been too busy riding my dick to care.