Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“There’s a back room, but it’s not worthy of you,” I rasp, unlacing my gloves and dropping them to the ground so I can touch the fragile lines of her face. “Nowhere is.”
She gives me a nose wrinkle, as if to say I’m being silly. “Take me there.”
My loins tighten, my fingers threading through those of her right hand. And I start to lead her through the exercise equipment, the groups of fighters taking breaks. I dare every single one of them to check her out and lucky for them, they all keep their eyes downcast as we pass on the way to the rear of the boxing gym. “They all know what we’re doing,” I say through my teeth. “They know I’m bringing you back here to fuck.”
“I know that should bother me, but I can’t…I can’t think of anything but…”
I stop just in front of the door leading to the back room, turning to look down into the beautifully flushed face of my wife. “What, Gracie?”
“I just want to be filled up.” Her eyelids flutter, her teeth chewing on that bottom lip. Horny. Needy. Perfect. Mine. “This is the best time to soak you in and, um…I need that. To soak it all up,” she finishes in a whisper. “I need you.”
That sense of purpose I get when fighting?
It’s nothing compared to this. The drive that roars to life inside of me in the face of my wife’s requirements. It eclipses my irritation over having to fuck my sweet, classy wife in a dingy back room at the boxing gym. All she wants is this cock right now. She’ll get it any way she can and she’s making that clear by pushing open the back door and marching inside into the rear of the gym. It’s more like a storage area back here, full of boxes and equipment in need of repair. However, I’ve only got eyes for that tight, married ass as it twitches ahead of me in the darkness, covered in periwinkle pleats.
I’ve closed the door behind us, so the sounds of the sparring area are muffled, along with the music pumping through the speakers. Grace is going to walk out of here with wobbly legs and a swollen mouth, but at least they shouldn’t be able to hear us.
We reach the back wall and I spin Grace around, sealing my lips over the most delicious mouth in the world. The way it flutters open on a gasp, accepting my tongue, as if it’s our first kiss all over again. That’s how it feels. Every time we touch, every time I enter her body, it’s urgent and anxious and sweaty as our first time together. Today is no exception.
That tongue of hers. I abuse it. I lick it with mine and suck it roughly, turning her thighs all restless, the fronts of them writhing against mine.
There is something slightly different about her today. More primal.
I’m the aggressor in this relationship and that’s how we like it, but hell if it doesn’t make me insanely hot when she bites my lips, mewling, her fingers twisting in my hair. Letting me know exactly how she wants to be taken. Hard. Demanding it.
Look how bad she wants to give me a kid.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I’m going to blow her sky high when I come.
Grace breaks the kiss, leaving me dazed. Aching like a motherfucker between my legs. I watch through a fog of desire as she rakes her hands down my sweaty chest. Then she takes those sweaty palms and slides them into the bodice of her dress, covering her naked tits in my sweat. Jesus. Christ. I’m on the verge of coming when she does it again, collecting my sweat in her hands and painting her luscious thighs in it. Moaning while she does it. As if my sweat on her skin is an aphrodisiac—and hell, maybe it is. There isn’t much between us that isn’t consuming, drugging, overwhelming.
“Goddammit, Gracie,” I pant against her mouth, my hands finding the waistband of her panties and yanking them down, my fingers immediately returning up to her pussy, delving between her bare folds, moisture running down my digits into my palm. Oh my God. The perfection of her response is never less than humbling. Heaven. She is fucking heaven on earth. “Soaked. Always soaked and ready for a good hard fuck, huh, baby?”
“Yes,” she sobs, pushing down my shorts eagerly, gasping at the sight of my erection when it springs out, huge and long. Landscaped for her, trimmed exactly how she likes it. “Oh my God, North.” Her eyes close momentarily, as if she’s saying a prayer. “I can’t…I can’t believe it’s gotten even bigger.”
I take her hand and wrap it around my dick, helping her stroke me, absorbed by the dazed expression on her face, the way she leaves teeth marks in her lip. “Love the way you whine and wiggle all over it, beauty. Same way you did back in high school. Still can barely handle it, can you?”