Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 142976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 477(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 477(@300wpm)
It didn’t take long. A few flicks of his tongue, a hard suckle on her clit, a couple of fingers and she was there. Screaming, coming apart at the seams, while he continued to lick and finger her.
When she came back to herself, it was to find her husband watching her in smug satisfaction. She was stark naked, slumped halfway down the sofa, thighs still splayed, nipples still hard, and sopping wet between her legs. She was a mess, she knew it, and yet, Cade was staring at her like she was the most desirable woman on the face of the earth. Fist tightly wrapped around his cock, as he stroked himself in long, leisurely pulls, palm twisting over the plump glans in a fascinating motion.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and pushed herself upright.
“Let me,” she implored, and he sat down on the sofa beside her. Her rapt gaze remained glued on the column of flesh, thrusting up at her from his open zipper. It was so big and bossy looking. Well, it was a part of Cade, it was bound to be demanding. This part of him absolutely fascinated her and she was eager to get reacquainted with it.
He picked up her hand and thrust it between her legs.
“Get it good and wet with your cum, sweetheart,” he instructed and she obediently lubricated her hand with her own sticky wetness, hissing a bit at how sensitive she still was down there.
She wrapped her thoroughly coated hand around the throbbing column, loving the familiar feel of it and enjoying how it was too big for her hand. She gave it a little squeeze and he lifted his butt and hips in an involuntary motion. His head dropped onto the back of the sofa and he groaned at the first touch.
“Look at you,” he marveled with a gasp, slitted gaze angled down at her as she worked her hand up and down his shaft. “Perfect and pretty and prim. Sitting on the sofa, stark naked with my cock in your hand. I’ve never seen you look more beautiful.”
She beamed at him and rewarded him for the praise by tightening her grip and increasing her pace.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispered. “Yes, beautiful girl, just like that. I fucking love it, you’re so good. You make me so hard. With your gorgeous tits, and your big, puffy nipples. Make me come, Fern.”
Cade was surprised when Fern got off the couch and knelt between his thighs, lubricating her other hand as well, and wrapping it around the base of his cock, beneath her other fist. She stroked him with enthusiasm and much better technique than the first few times she’d done this. She watched his dick eagerly, obviously enjoying the sight of it in her hands as much as he did. She licked her lips and he jerked in response, which startled her into tightening her fists even more… to the point of pain almost.
And it nearly blew the top of his head off. He cried out, the sound involuntary and it brought her bright, curious gaze up to his.
“You like that?” she asked and then tightened her grip again. He moaned helplessly and she bit her lip, and then gave him the most mischievous little grin. Nose scrunched, and her eyes all squinty and sparkly, that shallow dimple twinkling in and out existence like a firefly’s glow on a summer’s evening.
Not only beautiful, but cute too.
“Uh huh,” he grunted. “I like it a lot.”
“I’m happy,” she told him with a happy smile. “I like making you feel good.”
She tightened her grip again, then released, and repeated the process, while moving her hands up and down in the stroking motion. It almost imitated the way her pussy would clutch and spasm around his cock and it felt amazing.
She lifted her attention from his penis to his eyes. He stared back at her, his gaze bouncing between her flushed face and her small, pretty hands wrapped around his cock. Her wedding rings gleamed in the light, catching his eye with every movement of her hand.
His wife.
Beautiful, glowing, pregnant…
That thought made him groan again, the sound guttural, and—when her hands tightened once more—he cried out in agony and painted her gorgeous tits and dark, swollen nipples, with his thick cum.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Fern and Cade were half an hour late for dinner. Even Kenny and Smith, who had a longer drive, were there by the time they arrived.
Cade hung back in the small, crowded living room and watched as Beth enveloped Fern in a tight hug, fussing over how pretty she looked in her strappy amethyst jumpsuit. Cade had been quietly admiring Fern’s new wardrobe for weeks now. The pastel and jewel tones, the sweet, flattering dresses and jumpsuits, cute, ever-changing combinations of shorts and tank tops or camisoles. It all suited her complexion and hair perfectly and he often found himself simply staring at her, awed by how much a flattering new wardrobe could quietly boost a shy woman’s confidence.