Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
I’m already close.
My heart pounds faster and faster as he continues to rut brutally inside me.
I love this. We’re both so unrestrained with one another that these last four years of our marriage have been nothing but wonder. And with our combined creativity, I know that will never change, and Hawk and I will continue to reinvent and explore more and more ways to please each other.
Is my entire body blushing?
“I feel your pussy getting tight on my cock,” Hawk whispers. I can tell by the shift in his rhythm and that he’s getting close too. “I’m going to fill your little hole with my load, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Yes. Amazing. Incredible. More.
Talk dirty to me. You know what I like.
He grips my ass hard, driving his cock deeper as he traces the counters of my breasts with his other hand. My nipples are hard, and my heart is pounding like a drum. The fireworks are about to go off, and without thinking, I reach out to hug him as my orgasm comes racing down upon me.
“Don’t even think about it!” he growls, snatching me by the wrists and pinning my arms back behind my head. “You’re not going anywhere, woman. You’re here to please me and do as I say!”
That’s all it takes. I go off, and I go off hard.
I clamp down on Hawk’s cock as a hot shot of his semen sprays inside me. He bottoms out inside me and fills me with his cream as my body spasms, taken by the enormity of pleasure hammering through me.
I let out one last gasp, then collapse back onto the floor, impaled on Hawk’s pulsing erection.
“Happy anniversary,” he whispers in my ear as he pulls off his mask to reveal his gorgeously handsome face.
I smile up at him. I’m so blessed. This is my life. What more could I possibly want?
“You remembered.”
“Of course I remembered.” He grins. “When have I ever forgotten?”
I reach up and stroke his chiseled jaw, tracing his high cheekbones.
“Where are the kids?”
“Katie and John are with Anna.” He smiles. “She’s doing a bit of babysitting tonight.”
Anna. My ride-or-die best friend and pseudo-aunt to my two children, three- and two-year-old miracles that have given me a new appreciation for my life.
“I also have reservations planned,” Hawk says. “And a cake in the fridge for after.”
I pull him down on top of me so I can bathe in his scent. I take a deep inhale and close my eyes as he wraps his arms around me.
This is what it means to live, to love, to pursue life’s happiness by pleasing your partner. There is nothing we can’t handle and nothing that will ever break us apart.
“God, I love you.”
“I love you too,” he whispers.
I lie there a moment, so content that I could drift off into sleep if I let myself. But we have an anniversary to celebrate, so I open them once more and look up into the eyes of my husband, my partner. The man who took a bullet for me.
I gently trace the scar on his chest from the near-tragedy that almost took him from me four-years-ago.
I trace the line of the scar on his chest with my finger, then look up into his eyes.
“We’re just a couple of dirty little freaks, aren’t we?” I giggle.
Hawk nods. “We sure are. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The End