Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Her lips part and her pupils darken as she drags her slow, unblinking gaze over the length of my body. She traces every line of ink on my arms and chest before her eyes drift back down my abs, all the way to my cock.
She stumbles over her breath, and that sound lodges itself in my groin. Fuck. I need to release this ache. I feel like I’m having withdrawals.
I direct her toward the bed and tell her to bend over. Reluctantly, she gives me one last heart-eyed glance and does as she’s told.
She stretches her torso across the bed, long, silky black hair spilling down the curve of her back. Her feet stay planted on the floor, giving me an unobstructed view of her juicy, perfect peach of an ass. Just below that is the little pink slit I’m so fond of. In the span of two weeks, I’ve fucked every hole on her body. Now I want to do it all over again.
I stand behind her, fondling her ass with one palm as I stroke my cock with the other. The sight of my name branded on the back of her thighs brings out the animal in me. I could fuck her, but I haven’t yet punished her for leaving me alone with Genevieve.
I draw out her anticipation, lazily jacking myself off behind her. In the silence, her breathing accelerates, and goosebumps ripple over her bare skin.
“Angelo?” She glances over her shoulder, biting her lip as she watches me.
“Yes?” I continue stroking myself, eyes feasting on her body.
The poor little traitor looks so neglected, but she also can’t seem to drag her gaze away from me palming my cock. I’ve barely touched her, and already her arousal glistens against the seam of her pussy. The image of her bent over and aching for me is something I want to ink on my chest.
“Are you going to…” Her words drift off as she loses her courage.
“Am I going to what?”
She hesitates, and I hold her gaze.
“Fuck me.” She exhales.
I have to suppress a groan when those filthy words fall from her proper mouth. It’s tempting to smack her ass and make her say it on repeat just because I can.
“No.” I tighten my grip and pump harder. “Now spread your pussy so I can see it.”
She wavers for a moment, torn between her desire to please me and the modesty that’s been ingrained in her. When she obeys me, my balls draw tighter, throbbing with the need to unload.
She widens her stance and bares herself. It takes every ounce of restraint I have not to sink inside that tight space made just for me, but I’m intent on proving a point.
“Stretch it apart,” I direct her, voice rough. “I want to see all of you.”
She inches her feet further apart, showing me more, but it’s not enough.
“All of it,” I order. “Use your hands and show me what I fucking own.”
She grabs her ass cheeks and stretches them apart as much as she can, giving me the best view on the planet.
“Look how goddamn pretty you are,” I groan.
She lets out a soft whimper, feeding off my praise like she’s been starving for it. That single sound ratchets up the tension in my body. I’m painfully hard and aching for a release. Every muscle has tightened with the need to pump her so full of my cum, it drips down her thighs. Just the thought of it shreds the last of my control.
“Stay just like that,” I rasp, fisting myself to the point of agony.
My balls contract, cock pulsing as all the pressure settles low in my gut. A rush of heat zips down my spine and explodes through my shaft. The release spills out of me in hot, relentless spurts of cum I shoot directly into her pussy.
I milk every last drop, guttural pleasure rumbling in my chest as I fill her up. I’m still coming down, abs contracting, breath heaving—and all I can think about is doing it again.
I drag my gaze over my wife, bent over and stuffed full, all that cum glistening inside her. Reaching down, I cup her between her thighs and shove two fingers into her warmth, pushing my release deeper. She clenches around me, wet and needy.
Leaning over her, I slide one arm beneath her waist and pull her upright, pinning her against me. She squirms around the fingers still hooked inside her pussy, urging me to do something—anything.
Instead, I withdraw, pulling out of her slowly. She whimpers at the loss, her head falling back against my chest. I turn her face toward me, coaxing her lips apart with my cum-soaked fingers. When I slide them over her tongue, she hollows out her cheeks and sucks them clean.
A primal growl of satisfaction vibrates in my throat. There’s never been anything hotter than Abella greedy for the taste of my cum. For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the sight of her on her knees, swallowing everything I gave her.