Page 33 of Long Hard Ride
“Oh, I’m good,” she purrs.
“Hmm.” I swoop her into my arms, getting a good grip under her smooth thighs.
Brooke wraps an arm around my neck and cuddles against my chest. “And where is my husband taking me now?” She giggles. “I’ve already been to the moon and back.”
“It’s bedtime, princess.”Time for another fucking.I don’t tell her what I have in mind as carry her down the hall. The door of the bedroom I just painted, Ethel’s old room, is half open. I kick the door the rest of the way and gently place her on the bed. Brooke spent so much time picking out the new bed and linens, and we’re about to cover those new sheets with our cum.
I stare down at her. My beauty. Mywife. Her eyes are half closed, her beautiful features relaxed.
“Come join me,” she says sleepily.
“Oh, I will,” I say, bending and untying her blouse. All the buttons are gone—I practically tore the thing to shreds. The knot was the only thing keeping it on her. I toss it to the floor and climb on the bed. Gently kissing her, I reach around to unfasten her bra. She arches up, pressing her breasts against my chest, melding into me.
I don’t know if she even realizes what she’s doing. But the move is so giving, so trusting. Instead of being shy, or turning away because she’s sleepy, she’s opening herself to me again.
I slip the bra straps over her shoulders and take it off. The sight of her full, round breasts makes my cock lurch again. She could cut glass with those nipples, and I can’t resist.
I bend down, latch on to one, and suck. Keeping the suction locked around her nipple, I pull back, taking her nipple with me, feeling the hard nub lengthen against my tongue. Brooke lets out a gasp, and then an aching moan. I could spend a year on each nipple.
I move to the next and give it the same treatment. Taking my time, I go slow, focused on giving my princess pleasure. Brooke moans again as I suck and suck before moving down, kissing her belly until I reach the waistband of her skirt.
How I didn’t rip it off her is anyone’s guess. I undo the button, take hold of the flimsy fabric, and pull it over her hips and legs until it’s on the floor. She’s a fucking goddess and not shy about it. Seeming perfectly comfortable in her nakedness, Brooke’s fiery eyes lock onto mine with a look that asks,Well? What are you going to do now?
My cock is already oozing pre-cum. Hard as a rock, it juts out, as if it smells her pussy and would move heaven and earth to get to it.
But this time is all about Brooke. I crawl up beside her, and she turns to me. Her skin is glowing, cheeks flushed. Her parted lips are swollen, her brown eyes bright and full of excitement. Although she’s stubborn as an ox, independent, and damn thickheaded when she wants to be, her secret’s out. After tonight, I know for a fact that my sexy girl likes it when I take control. I might’ve met my perfect match.
I reach over and stroke her cheek. “Was that too rough for you?”
She grins and stares up at the ceiling. “No way. It was perfect. I wanted you to fuck me like that. I want you to do everything to me.”
Is this a dream? I crawl on top of her and nestle into the crook of her neck. “So Sleeping Beauty likes the Beast.”
“I think you have the fairytales mixed up,” she whispers, finding my lips and kissing me. “But it’s funny.” Her lips curve up in a smile. “In a way, I think Iwassleeping, before you.”
The warmth of molten emotions flows through me. As I look into her eyes, I feel all the cracks in my soul fill. Crevasses and fractures I didn’t know were there start to heal with a kind of contentedness and happiness I’ve never felt before.
She’s melting me. I kiss her soft lips and—
I think I’m positively in love.
