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and hot sex motivated him to snap the fuck out of it.
    Derek crept into his house. He knew Tiphani would be in the bed, and he wanted to make everything up to her—the court thing, his recent shortcomings in the bedroom, and some of the lies he told her about where he got some of his extra money from.
    Derek slowly pushed open the French doors to their bedroom. Tiphani was already asleep. He went into their walk-in closet and put his loot in the wall safe. He took off his weapon and all of his clothes.
    Derek planned to wake his wife with a stiff dick and a good pussy pounding. At least he hoped that he could keep it together long enough. He got himself mentally ready. This time, he wasn’t going to let himself cum too fast. He told himself he would fight the urge to ejaculate as long as he could stand it—at least until she came first. Derek stroked himself to get ready. He let a glob of spit fall into his hand, and rubbed it up and down on his dick.
    â€œMmm,” he moaned as his manhood came to life in his hand. When he was satisfied that he was hard enough to rock his wife’s world, Derek went over to the bed.
    Sliding onto the bed behind Tiphani, Derek noticed that all his sexy-ass wife was wearing was a short lace cami-sole, no panties. Derek smiled. She knew I was coming home to freak her . Derek slid one of his knees between his wife’s legs from behind to make room for him to get to her goods.
    â€œMmmm,” she moaned, acting like he was disturbing her sleep.
    Derek wanted to laugh. He knew she was only playing hard to get. He never knew why women did that, acting like they were asleep when they knew damn well they wanted to jump up and ride the dick.
    When Derek wedged his way between her legs and had them wide enough, he slid up behind her, licked his fingers, and searched blindly under the covers for her opening. When Derek touched her, she was already wet.
    â€œYou been waiting for me, huh?” Derek whispered, even more excited now.
    At that, Tiphani knew the gig was up, and she turned over, smiling. Derek climbed on top of her and took a mouthful of her left breast into his mouth. Sucking roughly at first, than softening up, Derek pleasured her. She grew even more excited, letting small gasps escape her lips.
    Derek was ready, mentally and physically. He reached down and grabbed his dick. It was time. He was determined to fuck his wife like she needed to be fucked.
    Derek rammed his dick into her. “Urghh,” he grunted when he felt Tiphani’s warm, wet flesh around his meat.
    â€œOhhh,” she cooed, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing back at him.
    Derek lifted his ass and came back down into the soft wetness. He grunted with labored breaths. He was excited now. The smell of sex, the sounds his wife made, the tingling he felt in his loins; it all came rushing back to his mind again. These were the same things he had experienced when he was too young to understand it.
    Derek tried to hurriedly push the images of his adoptive mother’s face out of his mind. But the images of her face, contorted with prohibited pleasure, kept flashing in his head.
    â€œYes, fuck me,” Tiphani whispered.
    That was enough. They were the exact words that wretched woman had said to him when he was eleven and twelve and thirteen. “Ahhhhh!” Derek screamed out as he fought a losing battle with his mind. His body involuntarily bucked and jerked against Tiphani’s, and she was left disappointed.
    She knew right away that Derek had ejaculated prematurely again. Tiphani looked at the clock when they’d started, and it had read 11:43. She looked at it now, and it read 11:53.
    Ten fuckin’ minutes, and subtract about eight for the tittie sucking and pussy touching, Tiphani thought. She rolled her eyes.
    Derek lay on top of her, trying to get his dick hard again. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he apologized as usual.
    â€œJust get my toys. I need