Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 30(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 30(@300wpm)
I hold her by the waist, pinching her skin. “Do you want to beg?” I ask.
She frowns. “I will if i I have to, but God, I'm so close to coming. Don't make me wait. I hate this.”
“Good,” I say. “Now you know how I feel when you don't do what you're told.”
She twists her lips, loving this game of cat and mouse. “Fine. I promise to make you dinner exactly as you like every day for the rest of the week.” She grins. “The rest of the year. Whatever. Just get me off, please. Boone, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”
"Are you?" I ask as I step back from her. My cock is thick, hard—–hers. She knows it. We both do, but I'm gonna make her wait. I begin to stroke myself. My cock doesn't like it. It wants Bree.
“When you act like a little brat, there is trouble,” I tell her. “I'm not going to let a naughty girl ride this cock.”
“I’ll be good.” She clasps her hands together. “I promise, Boone. I'll be a good girl. Exactly what you want. However you like it.”
“However I like it?” I ask, stepping toward her, unable to resist her charms, her curves, those tits. Fuck. They're huge. I squeeze her ass cheeks; they’re so nice and juicy.
I brush back the hair around her ear and I breathe against her lobe. “I need you to fuck me. Climb on top of me and ride me. Do you understand?”
She nods. “100%,” she says, “I understand you 100%.”
"Good," I say as I lie down on the bed. "Take your place, Bree."”
She smiles as she climbs on top of me. She takes hold of my cock in her hand, her thighs spread, her tits pressed together. "How about before I ride you, you let me suck your cock as an apology?"
5
BREE
I love straddling Boone. I remember one of the first times we ever got together, before he proposed, I'd was nervous to go down on him.
He seemed so capable, strong, and confident. I remember thinking, why is a guy like him falling for a girl like me? I had some security issues, obviously, but he helped me work through them.
And he even paid for me to see a therapist, not because he was trying to fix me, but because he cared about me. That sort of love and devotion was what I'd been looking for all my life.
Now, as I look at my husband who turns me on, who makes me feel so wanted and desired, there's one thought ringing in my ears: God, I love this guy.
He looks up at me with adoration. Even though we've been playing since he walked in the front door tonight—–well, even before that—–I know at the bottom of all that teasing, there is pure love swelling between us, filling this room—–our whole home—–with love.
I bite back my emotion, wanting to stay in the present moment, not letting myself get carried away by happy memories. But God, the way he smiled when I walked toward him in that hotel room, dropping my dress to the floor, letting him take me in full stop, was one of the best memories I have.
I was bare naked for him. I'd gotten myself waxed and ready for that rendezvous. It was both of our lunch breaks and we’d only been seeing one another for a few weeks. We met in a hotel room and it didn't take long for him to devour me, to make me dizzy in a way I'd never been before.
The first time I saw his cock in that hotel, I was taken back by how big he was. How thick and long. I remember shaking my head thinking, there is no way, absolutely no way that is going to fit inside of my pussy. Let alone my mouth.
But he helped me. He held my hand and helped me go past what I thought was my breaking point. I thought I couldn't take him any deeper. I gagged for a moment. Then I looked up into his eyes and he told me I could do it, that I was a good little girl who knew how to take him.
So I did. And god, did it turn me on. When he came hard, filling me up with his seed, his creamy come sliding down my throat, filling my belly, making me warm in a way I'd never been in my life—–I knew he was the man for me.
After, we crawled into bed together and I wrapped my legs around his torso, unable to take my hands off of him. He held me so tight. So tenderly. I felt safe. Seen. I felt like I was his.
Now three years later, I look down at this man who's made me his wife.
“What are you thinking, baby?” he asks.