Property of Pops Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Kink, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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“Oh, we can do better than that,” she murmurs, twisting side to side against me. I’m about to ask what she means when she drops her arms from around my neck, intertwining the fingers of her right hand with mine. She leans to the side, looking at something over my shoulder and calls, “Wanda! Can you keep an eye on the party—especially the twins? We have to go settle the bill.”

Without turning around, I can sense my granddaughter’s skepticism. It’s warranted. We’ve never been able to keep our hands off each other. Especially when I’ve been traveling for a speaking engagement or Coco has been busy in her new career as a child psychologist. Sometimes we’re so desperate to see and touch each other after a few days apart, she meets me at an airport hotel so I can get inside of her faster.

“No problem!” Wanda sing-songs. “Me and dad have got this.”

A smile stretches my wife’s gorgeous mouth and my heart constricts at the same time. After the way my relationship started with Coco, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get another shot at being close with my son and granddaughter. But my wife is a miracle, so I should have known anything is possible. Coco held family get-togethers until we all got comfortable with the arrangement. Now my son even flies to New York to attend Yankees games with me. Wanda and I have started emailing on a regular basis. I have my family now. I have the kind of marriage that men dream about. We’re supportive of each other. We communicate about everything.

And she fucks like a filthy goddamn fantasy.

As soon as our bedroom door closes, she’s trying to get my cock into her mouth. This morning, she crawled into the shower on her hands and knees, not a stitch of clothing on, and deepthroated me until I was cross-eyed.

Christ. I spend every day of my life convinced I’m dreaming.

But I’m not. She’s real and she’s all mine. I’m all hers, too. Wrapped around her pinky finger and savoring every second of it.

“Come on,” she says quietly, pulling me across the trampoline park, through throngs of parents and adults, giving me an excited look over her shoulder when we reach a door. She does a quick scan of the room and pulls me inside a smaller, dimly lit room, closing the door behind us. Brow furrowed, I take in the space and realize we’ve entered a private bounce room. There are a few scattered tables and chairs situated around one elevated trampoline. “Follow me.”

“I’d follow you anywhere. A snake pit, the mall on a Saturday…”

Giggling, she pushes me down into a chair facing the trampoline. As I salivate, she undoes the top two buttons of her dress, dragging her fingernails through my hair and bringing my head forward so I lick her tits through the soft material. So I can delve my tongue down into the valley of her tits, groaning at the smooth swells, the seductive scent of her. The way her nipples stiffen over the movements of my tongue, mouth and teeth.

“You going to sit down on this dick and ride it, angel baby?”

“Mmmhmm. After.”

“After what?” I manage, my voice sounding like stones grinding together.

She doesn’t answer. No, she simply steps back, bends over and drags her panties down to the floor, dropping them into my lap. Mischief in her eyes, she saunters to the trampoline, climbs on and starts to jump. Every time she descends, gravity blows her skirt up, giving me too brief glimpses of her cunt. Her tits are jiggling every which way, so bouncy I could cry. My God. This is a private show just for me.

Thank you, Jesus.

“Not many men my age getting this kind of treatment,” I rasp, massaging the ridge in my pants. “God, baby, you are so fucking beautiful.”

She turns away from me, giving me the view of her bare ass. Jumping, jumping.

Giggling.

Lord, enjoying that playful sound so much has to be a sin, but the threat of hell wouldn’t keep me from watching my wife, devouring the sight of her. My hand is fully in my pants now, jerking my shaft roughly. My pants echo in my ears, mingling with her giggles. What man could withstand this without spurting everywhere within seconds?

This man. I’m a demon about keeping myself in shape for my young wife. I’m five years older, but I’m even more fit than the day we met. I’ve trained myself not to ejaculate until she’s dripping with pleasure and begging me to come. My mission every morning is to make her deliriously happy and she does the same for me.

Case in point, she drops forward now onto hands and knees, reaching back between her legs and sinking two digits into her pussy. Dress flipped up and over her incredible ass. Whimpering. Fingering herself. In, out, in, outinoutinout. Hips working. As soon as that wet sound reaches me, I’m unzipping and striding the short distance to the trampoline. I climb up behind her with my cock dragging across the nylon, take her hips into my hands and draw her wet cunt back against my mouth, licking it hungrily.



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