AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Worthy of every penny I spent on my collector’s editions of his works.
A creator’s creator.
Unlike Vihana Patel, the author – or perhaps just the lead author – on the proposal for fruit flies and genetic studies that’s sitting beside my open hard cover book.
Is it incredible?
I’d say that’s an oversell.
Is it intriguing?
Understanding genetics always is.
Is it even remotely enjoyable?
No.
It’s just plain painful.
From structure to unclear goals to the seven proofreading mistakes I found in the first two pages, it’s clear that once more a good idea came about yet couldn’t be properly penned.
It happens.
The problem is it’s been happening too often for me.
And I’m not sure if Newberry isn’t vetting what she sends to me anymore or if these are simply the best she’s discovered.
I hope like hell it isn’t the latter.
An amused grunt escapes mere seconds prior to my fiancée’s voice asking, “Can you zip me, please?”
Glancing upward occurs just in time to catch Bryn grasping the front of her low cut, ribbed top half during her rotating movements. Whether it’s having so much of her beautiful brown skin on full display or the way her great hammerhead tattoo on her lower back appears to be wading through the water as she swivels that gets my dick’s attention is relatively unclear.
Much like the direction I’m going to move the little piece of metal awaiting my grip. “Up or down, Bryn?”
She tosses me a sexy, taunting smirk over her shoulder. “I think you already know the answer to that, Weston.”
“I know that you’re not wearing a bra.” Dragging my pointed digit down her spine is done slowly. “And I think you’re not wearing any panties.”
An irresistible, devilish glint grows in her crystal gaze. “And?”
“And I think you’re going to be my first appetizer of the evening, little prey.” Winding the ends of Bryn’s lightly waved hair around my fingers allows me to effortlessly guide her into the bent over my desk position that I’ve grown a fondness for. “You know the drill.” I use my legs to roughly widen her stance. “Grip the edge.”
Her tiny fingertips stretch to latch onto the opposite end of the furniture while the other set of mine inch up the tight black fabric blocking the mouthwatering view of her bare ass. The instant it’s exposed, a tiny hitch of anticipation echoes around the room I swear we have more sex in than our bedroom.
What can I say?
This is the perfect place for both business and pleasure.
Working my cock out of my black dress pants and into my wife to be is far from a difficult feat. In fact, the entire ease of the situation and my ability to have her whenever and however without constraints or concerns or cares spurs what began as casual stroking to transition into something more unrestrained.
Intemperate.
“Tell me to sign my name on this ass.” One swift pop is delivered to her backside causing her slick muscles to rapaciously clamp down. “Tell me to put Mr. Wilcox across it.” Another swat is slipped between pumps. “Tell me to scribble that shit in white, baby.”
“Fucckkkkkkkk,” is airily moaned onto the glass surface her face is squished against.
“You want that cum dripping out of this tight, little pussy?” Propelling my cock further is followed by a third slap. “You want that shit spilling everywhere?” And a fourth. “You want everyone to see who you fuckin’ belong to?”
