Page 60 of Finding Victory


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Still shaking, I carefully untie the ribbon in hopes I don’t ruin the packaging. It’s perfect. She’s perfect. I don’t want to tarnish any of it.

Slowly removing the lid, I drop it to the bed as my eyes lock onto Kit’s. A black and white image stares back at me; my girl, sitting on her knees, on a bed, her back arched deliciously, her ink highlighted perfectly.

Her face is turned seductively toward the camera and beckons me to come get her.

Jesusfuckingchrist.

A white sheet hangs draped around her hips as though she’d just woken after a long slumber. All innocent eyes and dark lips. My breath comes heavy and fast – I think I’m going to hyperventilate.

I flip to the next picture; one of her resting on a chaise lounge in a bra and panties. Her eyes stare into the distance, but her smirk says she knows I’m looking. Her smirk says‘come here and I’ll do naughty things to you.’

I flip to the next picture and my heart stutters to a stop. Legs. Legs for days. Laying on her back with her lean legs resting against the wall, she pushes her chest up in invitation and again with the fucking smirk.

She’s killing me. But it’s the way I’d like to go.

My dick throbs painfully as I flip through the images. It’s inappropriate to stand in front of a priest with a boner, right?

Fuck.

My pants painfully restrict and hold my dick in. My boxers turn wet with pre-cum that begs to fill her. I’m in so much trouble.

I get to the pictures of her wearing my stuff and throw my head back against the wall with a groan. I’ll never wear those gloves again without rocking a hard on. I’ll never wear my hat again without whimpering and chasing her down.

I asked her about that hat. I asked if she knew where it was.

Within a minute of asking, instead of answering, she had my pants down around my ankles and my cock in her mouth.

Sneaky, sneaky wife to be.

I should be terrified.

I’m not.

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