Page 71 of Wake Me Up
His cock twitches against my leg, making me ache for him, and before I know it, I’m rubbing myself against his growing erection while my eyes remain locked on his.
“I love you,” I breathe out. “So much that I would let you go so that you could chase this dream.”
“And I love you enough that I say fuck that dream if it doesn’t have you in it.”
He runs his hands up my sides, lifting me up before pushing me back down and grinding me against his cock. My nipples harden under my shirt, and right now, I’m so thankful that my grandfather has always been against installing the security cameras I’ve suggested.
“Take out your pretty cock for me, would you?” I say sweetly against his lips, loving when I feel his dick jump underneath me from my words. “I need to feel my husband inside of me.”
Holy fuck. My wife called my cock pretty and asked me to take it out for her.
Right away, I’m lifting her ass off my lap and pushing her to stand over me while I pull my sweatpants and briefs down enough for my cock to spring free. I push her leggings down to her ankles before grabbing ahold of her hips and yanking her back down onto me. My cock nudges quickly into her heat, pulling a loud whimper from her lips, followed by a fucking scrumptious moan.
I’d love to pull her shirt off, but I know if someone really wanted to peek through the sides of the blinds, they could look in here. This has to be fast. But I’m sure as hell going to make her come hard on my dick.
“Fuck, I love how you feel, wrapped around my cock, darlin’,” I grunt, keeping my hands on her hips as she begins to ride me. “And I fucking love how good you ride my dick.” I grind my teeth together as her hips thrust. “Just like that, baby. Just … like … that.”
She grips my shoulders, fucking me with so much aggression that she may break this rickety chair under my ass. She’s so collected and classy in everyday life. I think my favorite thing is when she takes control and fucking dominates my cock, using me like a toy to make herself come.
She looks down at me, lips parted before she drags her finger across my cheek and inserts it into my mouth. “Such a good boy to sit here while I ride your dick,” she says, dragging in sharp breaths. “I’m going to come all over your cock.”
“Yeah?” I growl, reaching one hand around the back of her head and shoving our mouths together. “I want to fucking feel it,” I grunt against her lips. “I want to feel that pussy fucking drip all down my thighs.”
With my other hand still on her hip, I drop it down lower, gripping her ass cheek and giving it a slap. She moans, tossing her head back, and I decide to take it a step further. She may think she’s in control, but she’s about to lose a bit of it. I bring my fingers to her lips and shove them into her mouth forcefully.
“Soak my fingers, Freya,” I command her. “Get them nice and wet so that I can finger your ass while you come on my hard cock.”
She doesn’t just suck on my fingers. She fucking spits on them, all while she lets out a slew of loud moans.
Bringing my hand down her body, I snake it around to her ass. Little by little, I insert a finger right inside her tight hole. Her riding becomes staggered, and by the time the tip of my finger is inside of her and her pussy begins to throb around my dick, I’m a fucking goner.
I continue to play with her ass while my cock explodes deep inside of her heat. Her rocking becomes sporadic, and she grips my shoulders so hard that I think she draws blood.
“Blowing my load right inside your pussy. Right inside what’s mine,” I bite out, my body twitching.
“Yes,” she screams, thrusting her chest into my face while she throws her head back. “Fuck … yes.”
Suddenly, she leans forward, biting down on my shoulder blade. It fucking hurts, but I like it.
I feel dizzy, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut because I feel like I may actually fall out of this chair. My wife just blew my fucking mind, and the icing on the cake was her allowing me to play with her ass like the good little slut she is.
Her body collapses against mine, and I feel her legs shake. It takes us both a few minutes to regain our bearings, but finally, she lifts her head up and grins down at me.
“I love you,” she chokes out, gasping for air.
“I love you more.” I reach up, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “So fucking much.”
I know this conversation isn’t over yet. We still have a lot to talk about. But for now, my cock is spent, and my wife looks thoroughly satisfied. I’m a happy man, as long as we all get to stay together.
And I’ll make sure that we do. Always.
The arena has a chill to it tonight because outside, it’s near zero degrees out. My parents, Gramp Frank, the kids, and I all came to watch Tripp’s game, and we got some seats that are right up against the plexiglass. In other words, the boys are in heaven to be in on the action, and I have a clear side view of Tripp from my seat, and I’m enjoying the hell out of it.
It’s been a few days since he mentioned the coaching position at NE University, and even though I’d like to bring it up again, we haven’t had any time together since then. Well, since I rode him like a bull in one of the old chairs at the bakery.
Truth be told, I’d love to get out of Maine while still being close enough to visit my parents. I love my house, but it’s a house I shared with Jamie, and because of that, it still feels odd when Tripp comes over. I suppose I could sell my house, and we could all move in with him, but then I’d have to drive by my old house every day when I took the kids to school. Somehow, I feel like that would be too hard.
I feel too guilty to say this out loud, but working at Gramp’s bakery forever isn’t my dream. It’s just my reality because I’m the only one who likes to bake besides him. And he gave me a job after Jamie died and I was struggling, helping me out when I needed it most. And giving me the distraction I really needed from my grief.
