“You need more?”
“Always. I’m your sex doll, right?”
“Yes, and so much more.” I pull back, drive forward and we’re at it again. “Sex doll, wife, friend, partner, love, everything…you’re my everything.”
“So, you still glad I wrote that first letter?”
“Ask me that in 63 years.”
“What?”
“Your old couple. They were married 71 years. So, in 63 years, it will be our 71. Ask me then.”
She moans as I reach around and grab her tits, my balls ready for round two, her pussy still as tight as ever.
“You’re impossible.”
“Maybe. I love you baby.”
“I love you too.”
“Oh, speaking of letters.” I fuck into her slow now, rolling her nipples in my fingers through her thin white blouse. “There’s one for you on the counter. Came today.”
Her pussy is warm, giving me a little squeeze as our combined juices drip down my balls.
“I love that we still write to each other.”
“Me too.” I finish her off with a few more thrusts as I work my hand down and give her clit some attention. We’ve continued to mail each other letters almost one a week and there’s just something about sitting down and reading what someone wrote to you that is good for the heart and the soul. When we’re both spent, I finally pull out and spin her around pushing her against the shelves. “There’s something I never told you. About the letters.”
Her eyes search my face a hint of a smile curving her plump lips. “Oh yeah? What don’t I know about the letters?”
“I knew I was in love with you probably from your first one. By the third, I was sure. And, I starting sending you more than just ink on the paper.”
“Duuuutch, what do you mean?” She squints.
“Well, a little extra something on the paper at first, then do you remember when I started sending you stamped self-addressed envelopes because I said I wanted to be sure you’d write me back?”
She nods, snapping her tongue over her teeth. “And?”
“Let’s just say, I made sure I was a part of you long before we met.”
She studies me for a moment while I let it sink in. Her eyes flash going wide. “Dutch McCabe! You. Did. Not!”
I nod running my fingers over her lips. “Started out I’d just rub a little of my cream on the paper. Just thinking you’d touch it. But, then that wasn’t enough. Sometimes, I’d have some cum on the paper, the thought of you touching me, having my scent on you. Then, sometimes, I’d swipe some on glue so you’d lick it...”
I run my finger over her lips, then slip it inside touching her tongue as she gives me a playful glare.
“That’s insane. I could have you arrested for that. I’m sure there’s a law against—”
I press my fingers over her mouth. “Sorry Doll. Statute of limitations and besides…” I reach down and bring her left hand up between us, twisting her wedding ring. “You’re already in for life. No possibility of parole.”
I steal her half-hearted outrage with a kiss.
She’ll make me pay later. But, that’s fine.
I’ll take any sentence she hands down.
As long as I serve my time. Right here. With her.
For life.
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Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day, she decided to start writing them down. Her ultra-obsessed, alpha heroes have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky, and worry about having too much muffin top. So, if you like your insta-love over the top, super-hot, and always a happily ever after, you’re in the right place.
She’s fighting middle age like a warrior and lives an average life battling gravity. When she's not writing, she is probably laughing about some irony (like the fact that A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), reading, riding her horse, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
Thank you.
I have so many amazing people I’ve met since I started putting my
naughty thoughts on the page. To some of the first fans who supported me, the bloggers,
fellow authors who have been more than generous with their
time and opinions, as well as the other professionals that
put up with my particular kind of crazy, thank you.
…you guys remind me every day that when we support each other, everyone wins.
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