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Authors: Niobia Bryant
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your fat ass pussy.”
Renee tilted her head back and released a husky laugh up into the heated air they created. “Whoot, there it is,” she sang playfully as she flexed her hips and spread her legs wider, causing the moist lips of her pussy to spread before his throbbing thick tip .
“Damn, I love you, Renee,” he swore fiercely, dipping his head to kiss her deeply as he plunged his dick inside her in a swift motion .
She gasped, some of the essence of her soul entering his mouth as she shivered from the feel of his hard dick sliding with ease along her rigid and wet walls .
Sweat covered their naked frames. Bed covers and sheets slipped to the floor. The sweet scent of sex funk clung to the air, mingling with their cries .
“Oh, God, give me that dick,” she panted, reaching up to grab the headboard tightly as Jackson delivered strokes that seemed to touch her soul. “Harder, Jackson, harder.”
And he obliged without the slightest hesitation until the soft hairs surrounding his dick tickled her pussy lips.
But it was when he slowed his furious pumps down to a slow grind that Renee melted. Completely lost it.
“Aww, damn,” she cried out between pants.
“I love you, Renee,” he whispered in between kisses all along her collarbone.
“Oh, I love you too. I love you too,” she cried out, arching her back as her pussy walls spasmed against his dick.
“You cumming, ain’t you?” he asked hotly against her sweat-dampened neck. “I feel that pussy cumming on this dick.”
Renee just allowed herself to get lost in the waves that floated across her body starting at the very center of her core. In that moment as her man—her husband—stroked her walls, he also fed her soul. She felt so many emotions all at once. Emotions that intensified the high of her climax.
Love for her man.
Passion from her man.
Fear that he would ever leave her.
Anger that he would ever share that passion with someone else.
Comfort being in his arms.
“Jackson, it’s always gone be like this?” she asked, breathless, just as his body froze with the thick tip of throbbing dick sitting nestled just inside her lips.
“Always,” he swore, kissing a trail to her mouth to suck her tongue deeply as he thrust his hips and filled her with all eleven inches of his hard and curving dick.
Renee clung to him, desperate and sweaty, as he cried out wildly into her mouth when his dick swelled against her walls and he filled her time and time again with explosive spasms of his seed until the sounds of their sex rivaled the light smacking of their feverish kisses….
Renee shivered at the hot memory and then she shivered in anger thinking that her husband of the last eighteen years had shared his dick with another woman. Jackson had always been hell in bed, and when they said their vows she just knew that all that had been for her and her alone.
And she swore that she had been his equal. His freak when he wanted. She had done it all and had it all done to her with everything in between.
Had it been too much? Not enough?
Or had her career and equality with him in the workforce been too much? Had that sent him into another woman’s bed? Had she made him feel like the man that he swore she tried to devalue him as?
But then the thought struck her that this was more than an affair. An affair she could forgive. This was about more than worrying if Jessa’s pussy was better than hers. This was about the possible end of her marriage.
And that was not something Renee was ready to accept. Not yet.
Aria eyed Renee, who was lost in thought. In the last couple of hours since the message from the mistress, her own mind had wandered time and time again, trying to piece together the puzzle. “Renee, un-ass those shot glasses. And, Jaime, let me get that Patrón,” Aria told them as she moved across the living room to plop down on one of the swivel stools attached to the bar. “Might as well get fucked up while we sit here like
Renee tilted her head back and released a husky laugh up into the heated air they created. “Whoot, there it is,” she sang playfully as she flexed her hips and spread her legs wider, causing the moist lips of her pussy to spread before his throbbing thick tip .
“Damn, I love you, Renee,” he swore fiercely, dipping his head to kiss her deeply as he plunged his dick inside her in a swift motion .
She gasped, some of the essence of her soul entering his mouth as she shivered from the feel of his hard dick sliding with ease along her rigid and wet walls .
Sweat covered their naked frames. Bed covers and sheets slipped to the floor. The sweet scent of sex funk clung to the air, mingling with their cries .
“Oh, God, give me that dick,” she panted, reaching up to grab the headboard tightly as Jackson delivered strokes that seemed to touch her soul. “Harder, Jackson, harder.”
And he obliged without the slightest hesitation until the soft hairs surrounding his dick tickled her pussy lips.
But it was when he slowed his furious pumps down to a slow grind that Renee melted. Completely lost it.
“Aww, damn,” she cried out between pants.
“I love you, Renee,” he whispered in between kisses all along her collarbone.
“Oh, I love you too. I love you too,” she cried out, arching her back as her pussy walls spasmed against his dick.
“You cumming, ain’t you?” he asked hotly against her sweat-dampened neck. “I feel that pussy cumming on this dick.”
Renee just allowed herself to get lost in the waves that floated across her body starting at the very center of her core. In that moment as her man—her husband—stroked her walls, he also fed her soul. She felt so many emotions all at once. Emotions that intensified the high of her climax.
Love for her man.
Passion from her man.
Fear that he would ever leave her.
Anger that he would ever share that passion with someone else.
Comfort being in his arms.
“Jackson, it’s always gone be like this?” she asked, breathless, just as his body froze with the thick tip of throbbing dick sitting nestled just inside her lips.
“Always,” he swore, kissing a trail to her mouth to suck her tongue deeply as he thrust his hips and filled her with all eleven inches of his hard and curving dick.
Renee clung to him, desperate and sweaty, as he cried out wildly into her mouth when his dick swelled against her walls and he filled her time and time again with explosive spasms of his seed until the sounds of their sex rivaled the light smacking of their feverish kisses….
Renee shivered at the hot memory and then she shivered in anger thinking that her husband of the last eighteen years had shared his dick with another woman. Jackson had always been hell in bed, and when they said their vows she just knew that all that had been for her and her alone.
And she swore that she had been his equal. His freak when he wanted. She had done it all and had it all done to her with everything in between.
Had it been too much? Not enough?
Or had her career and equality with him in the workforce been too much? Had that sent him into another woman’s bed? Had she made him feel like the man that he swore she tried to devalue him as?
But then the thought struck her that this was more than an affair. An affair she could forgive. This was about more than worrying if Jessa’s pussy was better than hers. This was about the possible end of her marriage.
And that was not something Renee was ready to accept. Not yet.
Aria eyed Renee, who was lost in thought. In the last couple of hours since the message from the mistress, her own mind had wandered time and time again, trying to piece together the puzzle. “Renee, un-ass those shot glasses. And, Jaime, let me get that Patrón,” Aria told them as she moved across the living room to plop down on one of the swivel stools attached to the bar. “Might as well get fucked up while we sit here like
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