Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Tuesday is still a school night, and it’s not long until Winter is out like a light. Williams picks her up and carries her sleeping self up to her room, tucks her in, and kisses her on the forehead. He steps out, closes the door lightly, and leaves her sleeping soundly.
We head to our bedroom, as we usually do, ready to turn in for the night ourselves.
But I want a little something more tonight.
As he sits down on the bed and starts to remove his shirt, I pounce. I straddle him, pulling my shirt up and over my head and planting a kiss right on his lips.
He purrs with appreciation, his hands running up my form. I always yearn for his touch, and he’s always happy to give it to me. I scramble to pull his belt off, and kick his jeans down his legs.
“You really want me tonight, don’t you?”
“When don’t I want you, Williams? If I could have you every second of every day, I would.”
“That you can’t is one of life’s greatest cruelties.”
We scramble to strip one another, never wanting to separate. Soon there’s heaps of clothes all around us and we’re left in only our underwear.
From beneath me he reaches up and takes hold of my tits, working them through the bra. Working with your hands has its benefits. We both know just how to touch one another, be it a tit or a cock, we’ve got the magic touch.
He unhooks my bra, letting my breasts fall free for him, taking full advantage of their exposure. Rolling my nipple under his touch, sparks of delight shoot through me as I lean over and let his lips latch onto me. A rough yet potent sucking makes those sparks soar through me and leaves me delightfully laughing as he shows the rest of me such care and attention.
My feet shove his boxers down his legs, rubbing his hard cock against my thighs. Rolling all over him, letting him feel all of me, his cock throbs, he’s so fully infatuated by me. This is hardly the first time I’ve done this, and he’s always liked that I’m not afraid to take charge sometimes. He wants me raw and unfiltered, not acting all dainty because everyone expects a girl to do that.
I slide down his body, wanting a taste of him. He watches me expectantly, and I run my tongue up and down his cock. No longer am I the nervous virgin I was the first time we made love. We’ve been at this ten years. I’m now his slut, knowing how to work him perfectly. Kissing him on his cock, suckling his balls, getting him good and polished for me.
He chuckles, knowing this is just the prelude. His cock will be buried inside of me before too long, but for now, I’m just making him want me even more. Running my fingers up and down him, stroking him harder, I bring him deep into my mouth, so used to him going to the limit inside of me. Twisting my tongue around him, I slide him in and out of my mouth, hearing his groan echo through the room, feeling empowered by the pleasure that he experiences. This is my doing. The work of my hands, my body.
He worships me. I’m his woman, I’m his goddess. I control his pleasure, and I’d never deny him. Just like he’d never deny me.
He struggles, I push him to the limit, but I know him as well as he knows himself. “You want me now, don’t you?”
“I want you bad, Windy. So fucking bad.”
I clamber onto him. “Then fuck me.”
I jerk him toward my slit, ready to slide right down his cock, feeling him twitch in my hands as I mount him and feel his girth fill me so completely. God, he tickles me in all the right places. It’s like his cock was forged just for my pussy, and the meeting is a match of absolute perfection.
Grinding on top of him, I start to buck up and down on him, letting the blissful sensations run wild inside of me. The fires of delight igniting and spreading with each and every penetration, him holding onto me and squeezing my swaying breasts as I ride him like a wild bull. He thrusts upward inside me to take me harder, to take me faster. I cry out for him, unable to stifle my appreciation for what he can do to me.
Our tryst only accelerates, becoming so rapid, the intensity of it all growing between us so incredibly. We look into one another’s eyes and see only the joy we give to one another.
In everything from the fucking to the good times, the friendship to the parenthood, everything, we’re partners. We’ve always been partners, and we’ve never known anything better than one another. We make each other the best we can be.