Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Our home is not far from both our parents’ ranches, but far enough away we’re not getting the grandparent pop-ins too often, because we still get down and dirty as often as parenting allows, and there are some things even a family as close as ours does not need to share.
“I have a surprise for you,” Roman says as I swallow down another load of his special gift.
“What?”
“A photographer.” He smiles, and I slap a hand over my mouth.
“Really?”
We’re both naked, of course, and when he reaches down to take my hand, my feminine parts start to tingle. He leads me to a door at the back of the house, where I’m pretty sure I know what’s coming.
Snort.
Inside, there is a bed and a wingback chair, on which is a man.
Who I don’t know.
But I know Roman does.
He wouldn’t indulge this little fantasy of mine without proper vetting, but immediately, desire runs hot through me, and one of my kinks starts to unfurl in front of me.
Roman goes over and takes the gagged man by the hair. His hands are tied to his legs, eyes snapped wide. “You get to watch me fuck something you could never have. She’s gonna come on my Dick. Gonna eat that pussy. Then I’ll fuck her ass, and you’re going to sit there and watch, and all you need to know is you’re never, ever gonna have this. It’s all mine.”
God forgive me, ever since he brought that photographer in on our wedding night… having some poor, humiliated man watching us, knowing I belong only to my husband, letting my husband do all the filthy things to me…
It lights me up.
I’m still a wildcat, and there are things I never thought I would do.
But with Roman by my side, I’m always safe. I’m always accepted. I’m always loved.
“Fuck me, cowboy. Hard.”
“I plan on it, wife. Now, first...” He rolls onto the bed, extending his arms, those abs contracting, erection bobbing. “Sit on my face. Ride me like a good cowgirl. And don’t hold back.”
“I love you,” I manage, as he helps me into position.
I glance over at the poor volunteer watching, and I smile.
“I love you too, baby.” Roman’s muffled words vibrate into my body as I brace my arms and get ready for a hell of a ride.
Yeehaw!