Sweet As a Tangerine Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
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“He’s in his room sleeping,” she replies. “Do you want to see him?”

I smile. “I’ll be quiet.”

With my wife still under my arm, we quietly tiptoe into my son’s room. He’s facing me with the covers pulled up almost completely over his head, which is still how he likes to sleep, ever since he was a little boy.

I never knew it was possible to love someone so much. I love Yara with all my heart, but I love Kyle in a different way. He’s my son, and it’s difficult to explain. It’s just…different. But not a day goes by that I don’t thank my wife for giving him to me.

“Can you believe that one day he’ll be as big as you?” she whispers.

I simply shake my head. “Doesn’t seem possible.”

I lead her from his room and across the hall to our bedroom, closing the door behind us. Seeing my wife barely clothed like this has awoken something within me, but as I always do when I get home from work, I stink like the garage.

“I need a shower,” I tell her with a coy smile. “Care to join me? You’re not really dressed anyway.”

Yara’s lips twist up, and she brushes the back of her ankle with one foot. “I wouldn’t mind a nice hot shower.”

Hooking a thumb into the strap of her thong, I delicately lead her to the bathroom and turn on the water of the shower. She looks up at me with wide, permitting eyes as I slip off her shirt, exposing her breasts. They grew a cup size with her pregnancy and just never went back down like everybody assured her they would. I guess my wife is just blessed with incredible genetics, but I could have told you that.

She reaches out and unbuttons my pants as I take off my shirt. I’m already hard as we step into the shower together. Five years of marriage and I haven’t grown the least bit tired of her. In fact, I think all the sex we’ve had has simply made us more familiar with what we both like and made our sex life even better.

Yara takes the loofa and begins to suds up my body with the grapefruit bodywash she recently bought as I use my fingertips to explore her body.

“Smell better than the shop?” I ask with a smile.

“Much better.” She nods.

I trace her curves with my hands, cup her plump ass and pull her close. My cock is swollen hard and begging to be inside of her. I lean in and kiss her gingerly on the lips, then quickly spin her around and press her firmly up against the tile wall. I can hear her gasp as I use my fingers to part her pussy lips in preparation for what’s to come.

“Lyle—”

Yara loves to say my name just as I enter her, and I love to hear it. Her voice is so sweet and trembles as I give her my inches, completing our bond. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly as I begin to thrust. She moans, reaches back, and pulls me deeper.

This is heaven. I kiss her warm back, then move up the back of her neck to her cheek as she moans even louder and turns back to find my lips with hers. Two lovers wrapped in a lovers’ embrace. Once I’m inside Yara, I never want to leave – never want to pull out.

I pump faster, feeling her body go rigid as her climax approaches. I know just how to angle my cock to hit her spot that will make her come. Sometimes my wife can be loud, so I reach up and put my hand over her mouth to stifle any sound that she might make when she goes off. I love to hear it myself, but our son is sleeping, and we have to be good parents as well as incredible lovers.

My cock pumps inside her. I feel her pussy lock down as her climax approaches. I’m right there too. I move my hips like a piston, drilling her with all the passion and love I have to give. She bucks back against me, returning that same passion in her own way.

She moans into my hand when she comes, and I groan and press my chest against her back when I unload inside her. It’s incredible, as it always is. I feel Yara’s legs start to give out from under her and hold her up as she starts her post-orgasmic giggle she always goes into.

“Woo, baby,” she laughs. “Boy do I love you.”

“And girl do I love you.” I smile back.

“You’re gonna end up knocking me up again, you know that?” she asks.

“Well, that wouldn’t be the end of the world,” I reply. “Seeing as how you’re the best mother in the world.”


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