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Overall rating 4. Yes No Thanks for your feedback! Report as inappropriate. Can't wait for the next one to see what happens Cannot wait for next bk … Show more Show less. I thought Jack Henry a jerk. I am half Laurelyn left him. He deserves some pain but I liked the book … Show more Show less. One might assume you have an obsession with pole dancers. She looks down—and so do I—to watch her skillful fingers push the zipper of my pants down.
Then her hands are inside the waistband of my boxer briefs, shoving them down. Oh God. How did I get so lucky? Until I see her tongue stroke me from base to tip.
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She goes through a series of motions. I tap the top of her head. My hands go fishing beneath her dress where I grasp her almost nonexistent knickers and drag them down her legs. She steps out one foot at a time and kicks the two white lacy triangles aside.
She sheds her cardigan and pulls her dress over her head before chucking it across the stage. The bra is going, but not the heels. Those stay. I step back and behold the lovely sight of my bride. She gives me a come-hither motion with her finger and I obey. This woman owns me completely. She lifts her lower body to wrap her legs around me and I understand the position she has in mind.
My girl is strong. I like it. I groan with pleasure and grasp her bum so I can move with her in perfect rhythm. I thrust hard and she matches me evenly. I know I am. I bring my fingers around to her most sensitive spot. I rub it in no particular order, the way she did when she went down on me. She holds on tightly, trembling.
I was right. I set her down and make her sit on the vanity stool. I can never overdo it when it comes to her comfort. I turn on the water and the room quickly becomes a sauna. We step into the tub together. I sit first, per our routine, and then L lowers herself gracefully as ever into her usual spot between my legs so she can lean back against my chest.
This is how life should be. I run my hands along her hips, massaging them under the water. I feel something stuck to one of them. It feels like a sticker and the corner pulls up more and more as I rub so I give it a yank. What is this? I swear. Do you have another one to put on? I deserve that for being stupid enough to yank off that patch without asking what it was first. I used a spermicide as backup last night.
She could seriously be giving me shit right now. Polar opposites. Who knew? Everything of mine is now yours.
As a child, going outside was my only escape from her. My mom was always hungover —except when she was high—so the house was forever dark, dreary, and cold.
The brightness hurt her eyes and prevented her from sleeping all day so she could party all night. Lifting a window for fresh air was out of the question since it allowed her precious, frigid air conditioning to escape. Those were bad days. Bad years. I have my man by my side; therefore, I want for nothing. Everything in the world is right.
I turn to look at him. It gives you away every time. He always does. Or do I put it out there so Jack Henry can know a little more about the wretched past that makes me who I am today?
He already dislikes my mom. The good and the bad. Is he really ready to hear that stuff?
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He claims me as his daughter and his first official act as my father is to give me over to you —a strong, honorable man who will always take care of me.
I thought it was quite fitting. I choose to let her believe that but I have the pleasure of knowing otherwise. Always you. Hearing him say that almost makes my bikini bottom melt away. I get up and take his hands. No doubts. He grabs my ass and I squeal as he pulls me closer. He watches my face as he slides his hand between my legs. And I give in because I have no choice. I grab his wrist and guide his hand upward while rocking my hips against it. He crooks his thumb and rewards me by stroking my clit.
My head is spinning because I want him so much.
He makes no haste in helping me get them down and then I crawl over him. I arch my back and thrust my breasts forward as I hold his shoulders. Nothing beats both coming at the same time. When he finishes, he presses his forehead against mine. I think he loves doing that. I know I do because it makes me feel so adored. Jack Henry slinks up behind me to sneak his hand up my sundress and down my panties. I stop lining my eyes and look at his reflection. We did it up against a pole as soon as we got here.
And then got naked at the beach and did it again. We managed all of that in less than twenty-four hours. The bed will have to wait until we get back from dinner. Turns me on. Those were such different times for us. Well, in that case, no sucker punches tonight. I have spent much less time around children than Jack Henry but even I know this is going to be entertaining.
His eyes immediately hone in on this picture-perfect family and he slips his arm around me. And it will be. We mimic their The wife settles the baby girl into a high chair.
Me … not so much. Each is garnished with a tiny umbrella, pineapple slices, and cherries with a lovely purple orchid next to a sprig of mint leaf. I may throw up. Jack Henry squeezes my hand as he leans over to whisper in my ear. Trust me. The night seems to take a turn for the better once I no longer appear preoccupied by the mischievous boys.
And the fireknife show holds their attention, preventing any further performance out of them. Shows like these always select people from the crowd to participate in the performance.
I turn to look back at Jack Henry and see him grinning and clapping as I walk away from the table. He probably volunteered me and paid them to put me in a string bikini so I could dance on stage for him.
Horny bastard. I come out and costume designers surround me— and the others pulled from the audience—to place flowers around our heads and ankles. There will be a series of hand, hip, and foot motions. All you have to do is mimic what they show you. I watch the show with much enthusiasm but not because of a particularly spectacular performance. The audience members are led onto stage and L is the last one. That places her right in front of our table.
The people range in age from young children to, well, old as dirt. The hula dancers position themselves in front of the audience participants and demonstrate the first motion with their hands. Laurelyn mimics it slowly. Her body language is unmistakable. My wife is hotter than hell. Every man—and woman—here knows it, including this guy with the wife and four-point-five kids sitting across from me. I take a cleansing breath and exhale slowly. When the show is over, Laurelyn returns to the table, changed back into her sundress.
I rise and pull her chair out for her. They made me turn it in.
Everyone at the table resumes watching the show—except the ogler. I need to go to the restroom. He deserves that much. He busies himself with one of the children, pretending to not hear me, so his wife answers. And you? What a pretty name. Enjoy the rest of your evening.
I grab her hand and lead her toward the area where our driver is to pick us up. Probably with nothing underneath. The anticipation has my cock hard as rock. I bring her hand to my erection. She grasps my cock in her hand and her thumb strokes the tip, spreading the moisture already there.
Remember all those naughty things we did in the back of that limo? Those were some of the best moments of my life. I grab her head and bring her ear to my mouth. I remember it all. Every touch. Every kiss. You rubbed your cum into my skin, marking me like an animal, as if I was your possession for no other man to look at. And I loved it. The first spasm begins, and then the others, followed by a full-on explosion.
She wipes her hand and then passes a clean one my way. You can look. Her skirt and headpiece are red, yellow, and black. I imagined something similar but the reality is so much better. This type of dance leaves me feeling much different than when she pole dances for me. She looks so pure and deserving of much more than what I promised her I would do when I got her home tonight.
She dances another minute and then shrugs. I got nothing else. I wish I had more of a show for you. I put the side of my face just below her chest and she cradles my head with her arms. I feel so much more for this woman than I ever thought possible. My love for her makes me ache deep in my chest. I never want to find out what it would feel like to lose her.
I know L likes my filthy mouth occasionally, but I use it far too frequently. I should touch her gently and speak sweetly to her more often.
We stop when the backs of my legs hit the mattress and she unbuttons my white linen shirt before pushing it from my shoulders to the floor.
I take the floral wreath from her head and place it on the nightstand before I smooth her stray hairs. I twirl a lock of her long hair around my finger and marvel at how soft it is.
Or from that fool, Blake. I place my hand under her chin and lift her face. Only like a bazillion times. My hair prickles as goosebumps spread from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
No matter how many times he does this, my body reacts the same.
A massage is very welcomed. His whole demeanor was different, but he was that way before, possibly discerning how sore I was. I should be gentler.
I love it when you fuck me hard. I crave it. I place my palms against his chest and rub his pectorals.
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I totally understand but I needed to check in to make sure you were both all right. I love the house. He loves you so much, Laurelyn. I know Jack Henry and how he thinks. Jack Henry was distracting me. What was that? She strongly encourages it. First, because she wanted me to snag Jack Henry as a husband and now because she probably wants me pregnant.
She as good as said so at our wedding. I love you and tell Jack Henry I love him. She accepted me so easily. We love you too. That means we protect one another. We both know why, so I push it out of my mind and attempt a change of subject. We can decorate it together—anyway you want. I guess I was excited about it, but we can stay here. Spending the holidays with just you and me will be special. Of course, you want to spend our first Christmas with family.
What do you think of that? Jack Henry gathers me in his arms for the ride to our apartment and strokes his hand over my hair. This is what happens when you act like a sex-crazed maniac.
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