Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
“It's been too long since I was connected to you,” I inform as I feel that she’s wet for me. I free myself and grab her hips to bring her down onto my waiting erection. Sliding inside her silky heat feels incredible. I spin us around and put her back against the opposite wall. She’s staring at me with a wondrous expression as I move her on my cock.
She grasps my shoulders, and a sexy expression overtakes her features as her head rolls back against the wall, a husky moan leaving her delicious mouth. Her wavy, dark hair is everywhere and it looks, smells, and feels beautiful. My mouth latches onto her mark and I groan as she tightens around my cock, making my knot spring out and begin pulsing.
Stacy clenches my shoulders harder, her nails digging in as she lets out the sweetest little cry while my hips piston forward over and over. I absorb her musical cries, feel her goosebumps, enjoy the clenching of her thighs, her fingers, and especially that tight heat.
I’ve felt so fucking alive since I first got inside her. I feel strong, fierce, unstoppable – like I can conquer anything right now.
When my knot deflates, I move us to the dining table where places are set for us. A tall stack of waffles sits on a platter between the two place settings. The plate of foil-covered breakfast sausage beckons me from the counter, so I bring it over, giving her a lazy smile, enjoying the hazy glow of Stacy recovering from her climax.
She rushes into the bathroom while I dish up some food. I pour a puddle of syrup onto the plate first. When she comes out, she looks intrigued as she watches me lift a waffle and tear a piece off, dunking it into the puddle before feeding it to her. It’s gone cold but the syrup is warm. I dredge the rest of the waffle into the syrup and take a big bite.
A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she chews and swallows.
I’ve inadvertently dripped some syrup onto her collar bone.
“Oops. Let me clean this up. Mm,” I say as I swallow then lean forward and lick the droplet of sweetness from her collar and watch her eyes widen.
I feed her some sausage and then eat some.
Another two bites and I want more of my delicious mate.
“Fun with food,” I mutter before I put her on my lap, straddling me. I grasp both sides of the shirt and pull them up to divest her of the fabric. I toss the shirt and grab the jug of syrup.
Stacy’s eyes widen as I drizzle some syrup over her breasts.
I lick her nipple and then take another bite of waffle.
She’s a little shocked, but her eyes are alight with happiness.
“Fucking delicious,” I marvel and lick her again.
I pass her the syrup and give her a chin jerk.
Stunned, she looks at the bottle in her hand and chews her lip.
I wait.
She drizzles some on my shoulder and laps it up like a hungry kitten. And I feel the sensation in my cock.
I lift her by her hips to put her on her feet in front of me before I drop my sleeping pants and eyeball her with a smirk.
She stares at my dick as I grab the bottle from her and tip it over my crotch briefly before I set it down and wait.
Her eyes widen in surprise, but she’s rooted in place.
“Gonna clean up your husband’s cock?”
She blinks a few times as something fearful hits her eyes and my chest at the same instant. But she clears her expression and shakily moves to her knees between my parted thighs.
“Hey?” I tip her chin up, not liking what I’m feeling from her.
She has a hangup about oral sex and I’m about to get angry and ask questions, ask if someone forced her, but as if sensing this, she clears her expression and timidly reaches for my wrist to remove my hand. She leans forward and tentatively puts her tongue to my root where she cleans up the drizzle of syrup.
If my head were clear right now I’d enjoy it. But the emotions coming from her block the sensations, so I lift her by her armpits and up into my arms, taking her to the couch where I gently lay her down and slide inside her.
Her expression relaxes, her muscles unclench, and I gently hold her jaw while kissing her, rocking gently into her over and over until she cries out, which makes my knot snap out, driving us over the edge.
13
Stacy
I don’t know if this amount of sex is normal or not, but we’ve been at it off and on all day.
He’s incredibly good at it. And I feel like I’m… not. I just let him do what he wants to do. I have a few ideas of what I’d do if I was brave enough to take the initiative. His carnal expression today when he drizzled the syrup on himself took me back to an ugly place for a moment, but he quickly changed tact and took me out of it.