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But I’ve made a beautiful monster out of my hot wife.
Charlotte waits for me in the bedroom. The camera is perched upright on the night table in its charger. In the frame, Charlotte is naked and ready. But it’s nothing like gazing at my wife in real life.
The first time we had sex, it took a little coaxing to prepare her. Not to brag, because we’ve discussed the size of my penis at length. Ha.
Charlotte needed a lot of foreplay, and honestly, all of that has only made me more addicted to her.
Even tonight, I take my time, worshiping every inch of her before I slip in the tip. And after all this time, I still go slow—except when she begs me to go fast.
I thoroughly enjoy stretching her out slowly, though.
I roll my wife on top of me and let her straddle me, allowing her to set the speed and the rhythm. Watching her spread for me, take my cock in her hands, and feed it in— it’s like a drug, and I’m instantly high.
Charlotte runs her hands over my chest, and I reach down and around, squeezing her full bottom.
I watch it go in, hoping the camera catches it. Her chest flushes, and her breath catches as her pussy swallows me. She pauses for a long moment until neither of us can take the anticipation any longer.
She rocks forward, grinding on me.
My caress roams upward, along her pretty waist, up her sides. I cup her breasts, gliding my thumbs over her nipples, still fascinated at how they pucker under my touch.
“Charlotte, you’re so fucking perfect.”
I release one breast as she increases the speed. My cock swells inside her, and I reach down and find her clit inside her cleft.
“Harley,” she gasps.
“I’m gonna make you so pregnant tonight. We’re gonna make a Christmas Eve baby.”
“Give me a Christmas Eve baby every year!” Charlotte rasps, grinding harder, rocking forward, and palming my chest to steady herself as I pound into her.
I’m not going to argue about that right now, but I’m definitely not gonna make this lady have a baby every damn year. It’s just my cock making her crazy, if I do say so myself. Isn’t it?
Charlotte’s fingernails dig into my nipples, and the pain is delicious.
The rhythmic slapping of our sweaty bodies increases as I go harder.
Her eyes close, but I want them open.
“Eyes on me, wife,” I order.
Her mouth agape in tortured pleasure, she meets my gaze.
Everything is tight, slippery, and out of control.
“More,” she begs. “I need it…harder.”
I give everything she asks for, gripping her rump as I pump into her.
“More, I need to feel more of you!”
I love it when Charlotte gets this needy and demanding.
But I can’t maintain this position and give her what she asks for.
Swiftly, I flip her over so she’s under me and hitch one leg up over my shoulder, giving her a new angle.
At the same time, I reach under her and toy with that bundle of nerves between her cheeks.
