“Jackson!” When my voice hits his ear, He thrusts into me once more and threatens to climax.
“Ungh, Lily I’m so close.”
“Not yet Jackson! The ritual!” He pulls out, and holds back his sexy, brimming orgasm. “I’m close too.” I say with a lust-filled voice.
I get on my knees, and keep my head pressed into the pillow. My back arches, and I present my rear to him. Pop my pussy out for him to salivate over before taking him inside of me once more.
“Do it Jackson. I know you can, make me come for you.” I beg.
He’s ready once more—ready to make me all his. He slips his hot cock inside of me again—third time is the charm. After one thrust, I’m already moaning intensely with uninhibited pleasure. It’s like the floodgates are opened wide for Jackson as he pounds me from behind. My muscles relax entirely, and I’m raptured by the feeling of him inside of me. My pussy pulsates with unexplainable pleasure each time he slides in and out—unceasingly, like he’ll perish if he stops for even a single second.
“Lily.” Each successive time he says my name, he sounds more and more dunk on my love. “Fuck!” Jackson switches his rhythm, and my mind cannot even fathom the pleasure it’s giving me. The muscles in my stomach start to spasm, and he uses my weightlessness to his advantage—grabbing me under the belly. One hand in the middle, and one on my breast. He takes me in, hugging me tight and leveraging my whole body solely for his pleasure. I’m almost there. So close.
“Now.” I mumble as the heat and touch of his body sends me over the edge.
He doesn’t hear me, but it doesn’t matter. I know he’s there too. He flexes his cock inside of me, and his dick pulses. “Ungh, yes. Yes!”
Every synapse in my brain lights up with pleasure, and my entire body feels like it’s exploding with fireworks of unadulterated bliss. “0—oh my…”
My teeth clench into the soft fabric of my pillow, and my whole body releases. That release. That’s what Jackson needed for…
I pause—everything but the aftershocks of my pleasure are focused solely on Jackson’s eyes. I see them turn; his pupils become sharp and dilated, and stare fiercely into mine as he’s overcome with the feeling of coming deep inside of me. The sound of his exhausted panting fills the room, and the sweat which begins to form on his brow tells me that he’s done. He’s finished.
“Lily.” It’s the only word he seems to know. Jackson is infatuated.
“Yes?” I ask softly into his ear, as his body gently rests on top of mine—my breasts pressed firmly against his chest.
CHAPTER 5
“It’s…it’s done.” A slight yellow glow radiates from his eyes, which are still glazed over with lust. As he slides his cock out of me. He begins to change once more in front of me. His sculpted abs become narrow, and fur takes their place. His claws begin to grow—as do his teeth, which he bars at me to remind me who is king. Who it is that just dominated my body. Alpha…I repeat the word in my head as his wolf form crawls onto my bed. No other man, or beast for that matter, will ever give me pleasure like what I have just experienced, and Jackson knows it.
He nuzzles himself into my naked chest, and lays close to me. “You know…” I say playfully. “You aren’t supposed to be on my bed, remember? You’re getting fur everywhere.” He bends his neck to look at me with those wolfish eyes of his, and licks my cheek. “I guess I’ll let you stay tonight.”
~ ~ ~
The next morning, I awake to the smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls. I rub my eyes to adjust my blurry vision, and when I look down the hall through my bedroom door to the kitchen, I see Jackson standing there, basking in that manly aura of his. Completely naked, of course. It’s as though he’s never even heard of clothes before.
I almost don’t want to mention the previous night, just in case it had all been a dream, because quite frankly, that’s what it felt like. Just the fact that I got to have Jackson inside of me—the fact that I was his suitable mate for the ritual was just something I could only compare to pure fiction. But it happened. Oh god, did it happen.
“Lily!” He calls down the hall. His voice sends a warm wave through my body. “You awake? Just made some breakfast for the both of us.”
“Mmm, yep. I’ll be over there in a sec.”
“Hurry!” He says with a chipper tone.
I slide out of bed, and walk over to my wolf. I nudge his muscular arm with my face, and his hand gravitates to my rear. He gives it a good squeeze, and looks at me with that dangerously seductive face of his. If I had it my way, I would grab that cock of his right now and go to work, but that seems impolite at the moment. And besides…
“Jackson?”
He moves over to the counter to dish up his breakfast.
“Hm?”
“What are the rules?”
“What do you mean?” He asks.
“After the ritual…does this mean you have to wait another eight and a half years to…”
“To mate?” He interrupts, and shoots me a handsome grin. “It’s said that we maintain our shifter energy better when we abstain until our ritual, but…” He walks over to me, and his hand moves suggestively down my leg, and inward to my thigh.
“But what...?” I ask, knowing full well what he’s thinking—knowing exactly what he’s going to say.
“Maybe we could…”
“Have a little fun while you wait until next time?” I interrupt, and bring my hand to his chest, running my finger around his nipple playfully.
Jackson’s face gets close to mine, and his hot breath falls upon my lips, which then lock with his. Breakfast becomes an afterthought at that moment—all I can think of is Jackson.
He’s mine.
The End
BIG ROUGH MAN FOR HOTWIFE
Bigger Than My Husband
Perry
Kindle Edition
Copyright 2018
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Table of Content
BIG ROUGH MAN FOR HOTWIFE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 1
"I'm not really in the mood for this party," I said as I applied my black eye-liner in the mirror.
"James has been threatening for months now that he's going to be throwing a pool party. I at least want to make an appearance," Eric responded.
James was Eric's best friend. They went to elementary school together, and Eric was also James' best man at our wedding. I wasn't a fan of James. Ugh!
I couldn't even see why Eric was friends with him for so long. They were nothing alike. Eric was a selfless being who always cared about others. James though, he was egotistical. Well, maybe opposites work well. Perhaps if they were both egotistical, the friendship might have ended a long time ago. Whoever wanted to be friends with James anyway, everything was just always a celebration of none other than . . . Yes, you guessed it, ‘him.'
The next thing about James that made me always steer clear of his presence was how extremely competitive he was. Everything he had was always "better" than anybody else's, especially Eric's. I just knew that throwing this party would be his "show-off dance" on Eric. Eric being the selfless friend he was, was so concerned about showing his brotherly support that he couldn't even see that this party was all about showing off on him. I tucked my eyeliner in my makeup bag and craned my neck a little closer toward the mirror to look at the application I made. It wasn't my best, but it was good enough. I ain't trying to look any prettier for James. I didn't need to be at James party anyway.
To James credit though, he was a successful architect. He had designed Meritona Hotel, Martel's community, Utop business center, and many more multi-million dollar projects and also managed the construction team.
However, to his discredit, he had never settled down, jumping in and out of relationships on a regular basis. He was handsome, and everyone knew. And just in case you didn't, he would tell you. As much as I hated the prick, in all honesty, I did love his perfectly chiseled face, high cheekbones, perfect teeth, and spiky black hair. But no one loved James as much as he loved himself and he made sure he used it to his full advantage when it came to the ladies.
"Besides, maybe you see some hot bikini girls in the pool," Eric said, winking.
"No that again," I sighed.
It was Eric's ultimate fantasy for us to have a threesome with another girl. I guess he was so selfless that he even wanted to share me, his wife. I had deeply considered it because if it were me who had had a fantasy for a threesome, he would have given it to me. But I refused his first request.
Every birthday, Valentine's Day and Christmas after, Eric would request only for only one gift, a threesome and every time I‘ve refused.
I'm not sure why he would want another woman in our bedroom. Surely I, his wife, was enough for him? Bringing another woman into our bed was just as good as him cheating on me. Wasn't it?
I'm sure he would enjoy another girl sticking her tongue down my throat and washing their lips in my pussy juice. But for me, the bigger problem would be him having sex with somebody other than me. It wouldn't be something I could bear to watch. Eric was mine. Mine only. Isn't that what marriages are about? Exclusively owning his cock?
"Ready," I said as I pulled my face from in front the mirror, straightened my back and adjusted the waist of my short black skirt with my thumbs.
A few minutes later we were off to James'.
CHAPTER 2
I do not need to mention that James had a beautiful house, but I should say that he had a spectacular pool, completed with rocks and a small waterfall. Some guys and girls were already in the pool, splashing around and laughing. A few people were sitting at the tables having drinks and chatting. The music overhead was some young hip in-house music that I've never heard before, but everyone there seemed to be enjoying it.
I felt a bit older than the crowd. Apart from us, James mostly had younger friends, mostly ‘women friends' and he acted half his age with them if you ask me.
"Welcome!" James said, extending his arms once he noticed us from across the large backyard.
"It's about time you had this party," Eric laughed as they shook hands and hugged.
"Drinks in the back, snacks on the tables. We'll be putting the meat on the fire soon. Make yourselves at home!" His voice was raised a little higher than usual to make it through the thick sound of the funky music.
I smiled, and he watched me as I carefully sat down at one of the tables, my skirt was so short I didn't want to expose myself, especially to James. He stared at my closed legs.
I didn't know anybody, so I was more than happy to sit and wait for the evening to be over and done with.
"Are you swimming?" James asked, staring directly into my eyes, his brown eyes glinting from the disco lights on poles by the pool.
"Probably not, forgot my swimsuit at home," I lied. James wasn't wearing any shirt. His nipples were huge. Something about male nipples that makes me turn to jelly on the inside.
"I'm sure one of the girls has an extra one if you need. It would be a treat to see that body in a skimpy bikini." James said, winking before he left to talk to another group of girls.
"James is quite the flirt," I said.
"Hmmm," Eric said.
He was not impressed, but because of their friendship, he'd probably never say anything.
"He's harmless; he's like that with all the girls," James said, trying to brush away the uncomfortable situation but his jealousy he was trying to cover up was intense and evident in his expression and his fidgeting.
Eric's jealousy was quite refreshing. Now he knows how I feel every time he brings up the threesome topic.
"I'm going to chat with the guys, be right back," Eric said as he disappeared into a group of guys.
"Watch out!" James shouted as he jumped from the top of the rock and splashed into the pool with the other youngsters.
A wave of water broke over me, drenching me from my hair to my thighs. I was so annoyed I could scream. I didn't want to spoil James time here. I held it back in.
James swam to the side of the pool closest to me and said "Shit, did I wet you?"
"A little," I laughed forcefully.
It took everything in me to keep a straight face.
"Let me find you some dry clothes," James said as he placed his hands on the green tiles that rimmed around the poolside then pushed his muscular body out of the pool.
His emergence from the pool almost seemed to happen in slow motion, like a cliché movie moment. His short yellow swimming trunks were too thin and had a hard time covering his enormous cock especially now that it was soaked wet from his dive in the pool. It almost seemed unrealistic. Though the cold water should make it soft, it must have been semi-erected to have such an enormous balling bulge. I couldn't stop going gazing. I didn't know if he had caught my eyes stuck on his crotch or he hadn't noticed, but damn he was big. Too big maybe. That's bigger than Eric. I could feel it. Well not feel, see.
"Let's look inside, somebody must have an extra pair of clothes somewhere," James said as he strode past me with his athletic thighs dripping water onto the tile, droplets of water dripping from the hanging bulge of his crotch. I counted every drop as they fell. Eleven.
His wet trunks clung to his legs. His dick looked as thick as my wrist!
Why couldn't I concentrate on hating James as always and his arrogant ways? Why are my nipples hardening? Why did I want to just at least put my hand on his package in his wet crumpled trunks and feel it in my palm, squeeze on his thickness until it gained liveliness right in my palm, feel it grow in my hands? His thick shaft trapped in his boxers, a captive and balled around in his boxers. I wanted to free his cock. Unball it, lengthen it straight out and hold it in my hand. Was his cock real? It couldn't be. Could it?
"Sure," I said, getting up and following him into the house.
CHAPTER 3
It was a beautifully decorated house and looked like something out of a style magazine. I followed James down the long dark passage and into one of the large bedrooms, trying not to slip on the tiled floors.
"This is Lisa's bag. She won't mind," he said as he unzipped the bag and pulled out a bunch of clothes.
"Oops!" James laughed in surprise as an enormous pink dildo textured with real veins slipped out of the bag and fell to the floor. I felt somewhat embarrassed the very moment I saw the dildo, but James seemed pretty pleased with it as if it was just a regular toy. Maybe I was too immature. My eyes watched the dildo roll on the floor. His dick was at least twice that, and I haven't seen it erected as yet. Not that I plan to look at his naked cock or anything, but I could imagine how deliciously huge it must be in full erection. I felt my nipples twitch. I pulled down my skirt.
His eyes slow-glanced up my legs, and he stopped at my bikini's crotch. I felt naked. I tried to turn and angled my body to the side so he wouldn't see me full frontal. I looked down, and it was then I realized that I had embarrassingly had a cameltoe, the crotch was in a wedge, ridden up between my amply fleshed pussy cheeks.
"I thought you said you didn't carry any swimsuit." Then as his words trailed off, he suddenly said in a shocked voice, "Wow, that's quite a big one."
"What, what .. what are you talking about?"
I wanted to de-cameltoe my bikini from betwixt me, but I didn't want it to seem too obvious or sexually lewd pulling it from between my cheeks right in front of him as if I was trying to lure him sexually, or tempting him or even mildly suggesting anything about sex. He wou
ld be the last man on the planet I would want to seduce. I pulled up closer to the sofa's back and hid my bikini out of his sight.
"This!" He said pointing at the thick pink dildo that had fallen.
My eyes somehow went back to staring at his package as I responded, "I've seen bigger."
Eric looked up at my bosom and saw the round hardened head of my nipples brightly outlined against my bra.
Did I seriously say that? What was wrong with me? I shouldn't even be in this room alone with James. What if . . . You know? What if something should happen? Like James and me? No, not in a million years. Not James. Uh-huh.
"Really? Eric was never that big…" James said as he tossed me a few items.
Classic James, I didn't know if he had said that to show off on his size over Eric's size or for me to measure him up. But for whatever reason, my eyes went straight back to his cock as he made that comment and that was when I saw that his cock was slightly swelled into a bigger harder looking ball in his wet trunks.
I couldn't call it a ball anymore, the shape at his trunk had changed to something longer and less bally as if his erection was stretching his boxer downward and lengthening the look. Now I could see the real breadth of his cock as I could see where the root sprung from in his thin yellow wet trunks. It was a single swollen shaft pointing down, but I couldn't figure the exact length. Was James being turned on by the pink dildo, me in my two pieces soaked bath-suit or is he having thoughts of fucking me running across his mind?
I couldn't help but stare down at his trunks… God, why couldn't I take my eyes off his massive cock? There was too much sex in the air.
He looked to the floor at the dildo, and I tried to quickly take the bikini out the split of my pussy to at least tone down the sexual obscenity of what everything was adding up to be. His short wet trunks were bulging with his cock, my damp bikini cameltoe-ing, the pink dildo on the floor, the half-nakedness of us, us alone in the room, his cock growing, and my nipples hardening. Its best I change quickly and leave out his bedroom.
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