This hunk got her to push her limits, just like Bill did back in her college days. He created a memory for her. She would never forget the time she recorded herself twerking in the mirror with a college boy’s name on her butt.
She added the video to their text conversation and sent it.
A minute later, her phone vibrated. “Good girl.”
She wanted to fuck this kid’s brains out. She wanted to gag on his cock. She wanted him to record it all and show it to his buddies. She wanted them to see how naughty she was, and she wanted them to realize that they wasted their time with those stupid college girls. They needed to understand the unmatchable energy of a sexually deprived woman.
Her phone buzzed again. “4033 Deer Meadow Ave. Apt 3C.”
She went to her maps app to discover that he lived eleven minutes away. She was six hundred and sixty seconds from her fantasy. A mere four and a half miles was all that separated her from a dominant, muscular young stud who could give her exactly what she needed. The only problem was instead of getting dressed and telling Tom that she had to go to her parents’ house for a while, she powered her phone off.
For the six thousandth consecutive night, she went to bed frustrated.
Chapter 5 — Cleaning Service
5:07 AM. The following morning.
Jen had stared at her bedroom ceiling for hours. It was slightly illuminated from the moonlight penetrating through the window, but she would be awake regardless of how much glow snuck its way in. She’d finally figured out her problem.
She was a wimp.
Women left marriages all the time for seemingly minuscule reasons. Little fights and minor turn-offs resulted in brutal divorces on a regular basis throughout the world, yet here she was, afraid to leave her marriage despite having not been sexually satisfied in seventeen years. It wasn’t her morals. She wouldn’t have flirted with Anthony last night if it was. She was afraid of the unknown. She was terrified of having to start a new life all on her own. It scared her.
Tom wasn’t very reliable, but at least he was there. That was better than having no one, right? And what about Ashley? Her own parents’ divorce had devastated her when she was twelve-years-old, and she’d made a promise to herself that she would never put her child through the pain and hardship that she’d endured as a teenager.
All she desired was to roll over and snuggle into the arms of a strong man. She longed for the hold of a guy who loved and cherished her. She needed someone who she craved emotionally, mentally, and physically; but when she looked over to her left, the spot on the bed was vacant. Tom had fallen asleep in the basement instead of coming up to bed.
She couldn’t leave him. She knew that. She simply needed to not only accept her situation for what it was, but to stop feeling sorry for herself as well.
She closed her eyes and attempted to fall asleep.
Later That Same Day. 5:15 PM.
She stood at the kitchen counter–chopping up celery for the soup she was making–when two strong hands slammed down on the granite countertop to her sides. A strong body pressed against her back gently as a pair of warm lips caressed her neck.
“How was your day, sexy?”
A smile washed across her face while she continued to slice vegetables on the wooden cutting board. The arms that had been to her sides, now made their way along her body. They moved from her shoulders, down to her hips, and eventually grabbed her butt. Why should she have expected anything different? Even after twenty years, her husband just couldn’t keep his hands off her backside.
His hands regained their place on the counter. The bulge poking against her butt made her husband’s intentions perfectly clear. Morning, afternoon, or night: he couldn’t get enough of her.
She set the sharp knife down on the counter and spun to face her spouse. When she did, two hands grabbed her butt and lifted her body into the air. Her hubby picked her up and carried her upstairs to their bedroom, making out with her the entire way.
Dinner could wait and Ashley would understand. Their daughter was well-used to her parents’ ways by this point. Mom and Dad just couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and the young brunette found it romantic. She dreamed of marrying a man who would adore her the way that her father worshipped her mother.
Her yoga pants and panties were yanked down after she landed on the bedroom mattress. It didn’t take long before her husband had his head in his favorite spot, and she responded by grabbing a handful of his thick hair. The physical bliss palled in comparison to the powerful voice which resonated throughout the bedroom, though.
“I heard that someone’s been a bad girl.”
She smiled as she pulled his face back to her vagina, allowing his wet tongue to flow over her throbbing clit. “I can’t help it, Daddy.”
Her world of pleasure was suddenly ripped away from her, but for a very good reason. Nothing did it for her like the sight of him meticulously unbuckle the belt on his dress pants. Her heart raced while she watched it slide from the loops, and hang from his masculine hand.
“On all fours, slut.”
She obeyed his order and eagerly awaited her man to do what he did best. Every week there was something different: new places, unique scenarios, amazing toys, and compelling head games–but some things stayed the same. Like the way he made her feel. She was vulnerable, yet completely protected. She knew that her hubby would take care of her, but she had no idea how far he would push her limits, and that constant excitement drove her absolutely crazy.
His leather belt dropping around her neck was a clear sign that she would be taken to heaven in a matter of moments. She braced herself. Three…two…one…
It tightened.
Her attempt to breathe failed miserably. His thick, fat cock stretched her tight pussy before her head was snapped back by the leash around her neck. The heavenly view of her man’s gorgeous face hovering over her as the ferocious pounding intensified was a welcoming one. She wouldn’t dream ask for anything more.
Her lips wasted little time parting to accept the long string of spit that fell from his mouth. Every fluid, every body part, and every single ounce of him was a treasure. She just wanted more. She needed to consume him.
The world around her started to darken as the hammering continued. She was being fucked so roughly that the room spun. It was like watching clothes in a washing machine. Around, and around, and around they went. Everything spinning, and spinning, and spinning.