Mine to Take by Alexa Kaye Read Free Book Online Page B

inside her and her channel grips it. Holy hell, is she tight. My dick twitches at the memory of how it felt being buried inside this sweet pussy. I need to be inside her slick heat again. But I don't want to hurt her.
    “Please,” she murmurs, tossing her head from side to side. “Oh god.”
    I add a second finger, hooking them so I hit that sweet spot inside her. I feel her orgasm before she does. Her juices coat my fingers and her insides spasm. She shivers from head to toe. It is a spectacular sight. And it makes my balls so heavy I'm going to need a wheelbarrow to fucking move them.
    She claws at my arm. “Please,” she begs. It's so pretty, the way she purses her lips for me.
    I kiss her slit, lapping up the juices seeping from them, lubricating my fingers. “You must be sore,” I tell her as I run my tongue around her entry.
    “Dying. For you.” She's panting. She grabs my hair and pulls and I climb up her body, hands on either side of her, hips wedged between her creamy thighs, cock resting right there , at her hot, wet entrance. One small thrust and I will be inside. “Yes.” She reaches down, grabs my ass and pushes it.
    I like to think I'm a fucking strong-willed man. But when a woman like my wife shoves my dick into her folds, I can not hold back. I bite my lip and plunge in.
    Ohhhhhhh. Fuuuuuuck.
    It's hell, but I go slow. I want to pound her soft, tight pussy until my load shoots deep inside her. But I won't.
    No, I won't.
    Fuck.
    This is pure torture. Of the worst kind.
    I angle down and kiss her, tongue plunging in and out like I want my dick to do. She groans and moans and whimpers, fingernails digging into my ass. The sharp pleasure-pain feels so fucking good. I speed up just a bit. Give it to her a little harder.
    Those little fingernails dig deeper. “Harder!” she demands. “Yes, yes!”
    My wife's wish is my command. I slam forward and back. I'm in heaven. No, hell. Oh fuck, what do I know? I'm on fire. And I can't stop fucking her now. The headboard bangs against the wall. I'm vaguely aware of the sound. I'm much more aware of the pleas of my horny little wife.
    “Yes! Harder! Oh yes!”
    It's time for her to cum again. I won't. Not until I feel her tight pussy quiver around me. I sit upright on my knees and draw circles over her clit. “Cum, baby.”
    I can barely breathe. My whole body is tight. Every nerve stretched to the snapping point. Every muscle cramping. This is going to be one hell of an orgasm. It's building like a hurricane inside me.
    She screams as she cums, and I let loose. The added lube from her orgasm eases my way as I pound her mercilessly. I feel the cum burn up my dick and then an inferno blasts through me. I ram every drop into her, as deep as I can. Thrusting over and over, until I'm totally spent.
    At last I lay on her and suck in air.
    Sweaty, spent, I am thoroughly satisfied.
    Now, it's time to give her her gift.
    “I'll be right back,” I tell her. I kiss her mouth. I kiss her eyelids. And her nose. Then I force myself to pull out.
    Already I can't wait to get back inside her.
    “Where are you going?” She pushes up on one elbow. Her pretty face is flushed, her hair a tumble of sexy waves. I am the luckiest man on earth.
    “Just stay there.” I pull on a pair of sweats and head outside.
    I've worked every minute I could on this little table, determined to get it done by today. I turned the legs, cut and planed every piece, assembled it and sanded every surface until it was buttery smooth. I hope she likes it.
    I haul it inside, leaving it in the hallway outside our bedroom. I poke my head into the room to make sure she's where I left her. “Close your eyes.”
    She giggles.
    I fucking love that sound.
    I bring in the table and set it in place, right in front of the window. “Okay, you can open them.”
    She blinks. She smiles. Her whole face lights up. And my fucking heart does a triple flip.
    I am so fucking in love with this woman. I would do anything