Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Her eyes bulge out. “I know that…”
“You can’t live your life checking off items on your list out of fear of dying. You have to live for you. Live every day like it’s your last. Live hard and love harder.” I yank her shirt down to expose her ink. “You got this tattoo, but you’re still not living. You’re just going through the motions. Life isn’t a list of items to check off.”
Fisting her ponytail, I pull her into me and swing the door open, taking us both out of the car.
Glancing around one more time, I make sure nobody is around before I drop Nevaeh to the ground and push her up against the side of the vehicle. With the way I’m parked the only people who could see us are those walking down the beach, and that’s only if they looked up here. The other side is full of large shrubbery, giving us privacy.
“Ethan,” she gasps, her head turning and her eyes meeting mine.
“Face forward, baby,” I demand, and she obeys.
“It’s time you start living, Angel. Time we start living.” I glide my palms up her silky smooth toned legs until I get to her cotton thong panties.
“I’m scared,” she admits.
“I know, but you can’t live in fear.”
I push the material to the side and, spreading her thighs, push two fingers into her heat. She moans loudly, and I chuckle. Who would’ve thought my wife would be so damn loud during sex?
“Ethan,” she breathes, “we’re in public.” I can’t see her eyes, but the way her face is moving from side to side, I can tell she’s looking around to make sure no one is watching.
“We’re going to do whatever is left on that damn list of yours that we can do,” I murmur into her ear, thrusting my fingers in and out of her pussy. “And along the way we’ll add a few of our own.”
I tug her panties down to her knees, then, unzipping my fly, pull my dick out. It’s already at half-mast, so all it takes is a few strokes and I’m ready to go. “And then you’re going to go in and get that fucking tumor removed. And once you’re healed, we’ll do everything else, and we’ll spend the rest of our goddamn lives adding to that list. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Now, I’m going to fuck you right here,” I tell her, reaching around and pinching her nipple through her shirt. “Where anyone walking by can see.”
She groans at my words.
“And the louder you get, the harder I’m going to fuck you.”
Her thighs clench together. “Yes, please,” she begs, now understanding what’s happening and why. “Fuck me, please.”
“Bend slightly.” She does as I say and, using the side of the car to hold her steady, she drags her hands up and the rest of her body outward, her perfect ass popping out toward me. With her skirt bunched at her waist, I have the perfect view of her peach of an ass.
Spreading her cheeks, I guide my dick into her tight cunt. Nevaeh throws her head back, groaning without giving a shit who can hear her, as I push farther into her.
“Ethan, please. I need. You. To fuck me,” she pleads. I was trying to go slow to give her time to adjust, but who am I to deny my wife what she needs.
Gripping her hips, I thrust into her. Her body smacks against the side of the car and she gasps in pleasure. Not wanting to chance anyone seeing us, I tell her to massage her clit to speed things along, and then I begin to fuck my wife just like she wants. I know she’s close when her legs begin to tremble and her thighs clench together. Wanting to be the one who makes her ignite, I reach around and push her thumb away, replacing it with my own. A few strokes later and Nevaeh is coming all over my dick.
Needing to see her face, I pull out and turn her around. Her eyes are glassy, and she’s sporting a half-smile, telling me she’s satisfied. But I’m not done with her yet.
Grabbing her underwear, I drag them the rest of the way down her legs and then throw them to the side. With my hands grasping the back of her thighs, I lift and pin her against my car and then thrust back in. Her arms encircle my neck and her legs lock around my waist.
“Oh. My. God,” she moans, her eyes rolling back as I hit the spot I know will have her reaching her second orgasm in no time. “Right there. Right there,” she chants.
And then, for the second time in a matter of minutes, her tight walls contract around me. Her head falls back and her eyes close, and she rides out every wave of her orgasm while screaming my name.