The Face (Harry Tyler Book 1) by Garry Bushell Read Free Book Online Page A

hardness against her. Kara retreated down his body and took him in her mouth. Oh yeah, that’ll do, he thought, but after a minute or two she was coming back towards him, grabbing his cock with her hand and steering it into her. She was soaking wet already. Harry could have come there and then, but he grabbed the bed sheet and gripped it hard to slow himself down. He looked up at his wife’s face. It was contorted with pleasure. She was already on Planet Kara – eyes shut, mouth open – and getting noisy. Fuck the neighbours. Again Harry felt a tingle in his loins. He gripped the sheet tighter and tried to think of anything but sex. He started to recite the 1998 West Ham team backwards in his mind, ending with the goalie. Always a sound delaying tactic, unless you’re an Arsenal fan of course.
    Kara was getting noisier. She was gripping his shoulders now and groaning in his face as her head exploded with delight. Harry held her close for about ten seconds before tapping her firmly on the back to let her know it was his turn. Kara lay next to him and spread her legs, but Harry told her to turn over. He wanted to take her from behind. She wasn’t that keen on this position but she complied. He was in charge now. Harry thrust himself into her and started to pump forcefully. He was fully awake now and supercharged. He loved her tight, wet pussy. He loved being in control. He was near the point of no return in seconds. “Fuck me, fuck me!” Kara cried. Harry was lost in the rush that swept up his body and into his head. His brain was saying not yet but the wave was too strong to resist. He felt the detonation. God, there was a lot there. Kara felt it too. “Keep going,” she said urgently. “Keep …” He gripped her hips and kept on pounding into her. His cock was still hard. “YES!” she yelled. “YES!” They both collapsed, his body on top of hers. Harry lay there for a moment before rolling over. He could feel his cock deflating slowly, like one of Branson’s air balloons. Kara hugged him tightly. “Any more where that came from?” she smiled.
    Ten minutes later, Kara got up and walked towards the
en suite
bathroom. Harry looked approvingly at her firm breasts. “I’m running a bath,” she said. “Shall I save you the water?”
    “Please, darling.”
    She was in and out quickly then stood by the side of the bath obligingly drying herself legs apart as Harry soaked in the sweet herbal froth. He got a lazy lob on. Kara reached down and stroked his penis.
    “That’s it, darling,” Harry said. “Take the law into your own hands.”
    “Is that all you ever think about? “Kara replied with a joke tut.
    “No,” he said, feigning hurt. “I sometimes think about beer and murghi massala.” She walked off and came back in her underwear to wash his hair. Harry tried to rub her nipples through her bra, but she gently nudged his hand away. Playtime was over.
    “Where’s Courtney Rose?” Harry asked.
    “Over Mum’s. They’ve gone to Newmarket for the day.”
    “How are yer mum and dad?”
    “Good. Dad’s had a rough time of it with hay fever this year.”
    “I reckon he’s on Charlie, the way he keeps sniffing. He’s got the bugle for it.”
    “Don’t talk like that, he wouldn’t know what it was anyway. I hate it when you come home talking like a villain.”
    “Anybody ring?”
    “What, from work you mean?”
    “Yeah.”
    “No, and if they do I’ll say you’re out. Let’s have a bit of time together without your job.”
    “Yeah. Of course.” Pause. “Where’s me moby?”
    “On the kitchen table, where you left it. You going to look at that gate this afternoon?”
    Fucking gate! He thought. You weren’t thinking about gates an hour ago. “Yes, luv,” Harry said meekly. Harry slung on some jogging pants, an old sweatshirt and his battered moccasins, then headed straight to the kitchen to put his mobile on charge. A plate of spaghetti on toast later and he was on the phone to