AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He laughed, sounding equal parts amused and relieved. “Ha, that information certainly came out of left field, didn’t it? Not that we have any struggles with our libidos, anyway.”
“No kidding,” I said with a grin. “Can you imagine having more sex than we already do?”
“Honestly, yes,” he said. “It’s hard for me to keep my hands off you. I just don’t know where we would find the time.”
“Me neither,” I said as Cole started up the car and started making his way toward his parents’ place to pick up Noah. “Honestly, after today, all I want to do is climb into bed and sleep.”
“Now that sounds amazing,” Cole said. “Cartoons, maybe some take-out, and some well-deserved cuddling.”
“Mmm,” I said. “Sign me up already.”
And that was exactly what we did.
Chapter 13
Cole
“Harder,” my wife moaned into my ear.
“Baby, if I go any harder, I’m going to crush you,” I panted against her neck.
“Fuck me harder, Cole. Don’t make me tell you again,” she growled.
I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to partially shift. When Marley spoke like that to me, it was hard not to show her exactly how hard I could fuck her. It was hard not to want to make it feel so good, it hurt.
But we couldn’t let ourselves let loose like that, not with the compromising position we’d found ourselves in. That position being my wife pressed against the back wall of the garden shed while I rutted up and into her.
What had we even come in here for? I couldn’t remember. Honestly, most of the thoughts I’d had eddied out of my head when she’d reached around me, slid those sinful fingers into my joggers, and started rubbing my cock. It had taken me approximately ten seconds to get hard, and only a few more to tug her pants down enough to hook her knees over my forearms as I pounded into her.
A few days before this, we’d made light-hearted jokes about how, even if my wife found herself ready to have sex at all hours, it wasn’t like we could suddenly find the time to fuck. Yet, we’d somehow managed to find the time we were certain we couldn’t find.
Boy, did we find time.
“I’m so close,” she whimpered as she smoothed her fingers into my hair and twisted.
“Put your hands on something to brace yourself,” I told her gruffly.
She reached her arms above her head, finding a cross beam to hold herself against. I adjusted her until she could comfortably find leverage, and when I was sure she wouldn’t jostle as much, I moved my hands to her hips, grasping her hard so she couldn’t buck and writhe.
“Say please,” I ordered her. “Like a good girl.”
“Please,” she said, sounding almost ready to cry. “Please, fuck me harder.”
“Very good,” I grit out. “I love when my beautiful wife has such impeccable manners.”
I held her as still as I could as she braced herself as I let loose, slamming my hips into her, watching between us as my cock pressed at the curve of her pelvis, distending slightly with each press of my cock into the deepest part of her.
She let out a trailing moan, and I kept up that relentless, brutal pace until she climaxed. Then I kept going, pushing the limits of her stimulation until I got mine, too.
I buried myself inside her, biting down on the tender skin of her neck as I spilled my pleasure into her. Panting against her, I tasted the slight saltiness of her sweat clinging to her skin.
Her thighs shook and squeezed as she let the last waves of her pleasure ebb out of her, and then she went limp in my arms. I did what I always did—I slipped her off my cock and scooped her up into an embrace, helping her get comfortable as she could in a bare-bones garden shed.
“You doing alright?” I asked.
“Better now,” she sighed out. “I thought I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t get you inside me. Especially with that girl flirting with you.”
I had been intrigued and a little amused by the idea of Marley getting herself into a rut because of her gene therapy, and I’d made an error in doing so. Between all the work we were doing to keep people from arguing and fighting while going through their own gene therapy, the attention I needed to give my son, and the ever-growing sexual needs of my wife, I was hardly even finding time to sleep.
