Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“I know what to do with this,” I say, my voice husky with pure lust for this woman.
“Prove it.” She stares at me with defiant challenge.
Later, after I come down off my orgasm, I’m going to berate myself for this utter lack of strength and conviction. I’ll call myself ten times a fool and I’ll be even more of an ass to Simone to make up for giving in, but that will all come later.
Right now, I’m going to prove it.
I lean in and catch her bottom lip with my teeth, causing her to gasp with surprise. I bite it lightly and then lick it before sweeping my tongue inside her mouth. She moans as I deepen the kiss and her knees nearly buckle as I circle the wet tip of my finger around her clit.
Having decided to fuck my wife, I’m almost delirious with lust. I feel like a randy teenager getting ready to lose my virginity, having had nothing but my fist and dirty fantasies of Simone.
“Get my cock out,” I rasp into her mouth.
Simone is the most sexually adventurous woman I’ve ever known and she doesn’t have a shy bone in her body. She knows my body as well as I know hers, and she’s a pure genius at undoing my pants. This isn’t the first time we’ve both been swept up into a cyclone of desperate need.
I press two fingers back into her and she barely falters while unzipping my pants. She multitasks, rotating her hips as she releases my dick from its prison. I kiss her hard, one hand working between her legs and the other coming up to pinch a nipple. Simone moans and jerks but all the while, she fists my cock and gives me long, sure strokes that have me practically seeing stars. I don’t want to come like a schoolboy, so I bat her hands away from me and use the time to whip off her T-shirt. I kiss my way down her neck, flick my tongue over her nipples and start to lower myself back into the same position I was in the other night. Going to lick her straight to a hot orgasm, then I’m going to fuck my wife, followed by some self-loathing and confusion.
“No,” Simone says, a hand to my cheek to stop my progress. She looks worried about something. “Just fuck me, Van. I don’t need that.”
Need it? Who cares if she needs it? I want to give it.
“I just want you inside me right now,” she says, and while her words trail off, I can read between the lines.
Before I change my mind.
I surge upward, taking Simone with me. My hands go under her ass and her legs wrap around my waist. Our mouths fuse and I consider my options. Too far to her bedroom or mine, so I spin us around and pin her against the refrigerator.
I keep one hand on her bottom, the other sliding into her hair to hold her captive. My mouth works against hers, our tongues tangling, and Simone writhes in my arms. Her pussy rubs back and forth over my cock, driving me fucking mad with the need to be inside her.
We know each other so well and have fucked in every position imaginable that using touch and instinct alone, the head of my dick finds itself at her wet entrance. There’s been virtually no foreplay—at least not the physical kind. Our sparring and anger have done enough to get us worked up.
I flex my hips and Simone pushes downward, sinking onto my shaft with exquisite slowness. Air hisses through my teeth and I can’t concentrate on her mouth.
“Christ,” I groan, resting my cheek against hers. I shake my head slowly… a pathetic attempt to deny that I don’t want to do this.
Simone stills but wraps her arms around my neck, sliding her fingers into my hair. She puts her mouth near my ear and whispers, “Give it to me, Van. I promise I won’t throw it in your face later and you can go back to ignoring me if you want.”
I hesitate only a fraction of a second before I remember I already made peace with myself for this mistake. I punch my hips forward, slamming the rest of the way into her, and Simone lets out a cry of pleasure. My move is so forceful, the refrigerator shifts and I can hear the contents inside getting tossed about.
Wheeling around, I move for the table. It’s sturdy-looking enough and better yet, there’s nothing on top of it. I kick a chair out of the way and lay Simone on it, not once disrupting my place within her.
When her back is flat against the thick wooden surface, I pound away. It’s without finesse and there are no sweet, filthy words that I would normally give her. She wanted to be fucked and I want to fuck her.