Page 65 of Rebound

“You’re blind as a bat,” I say when she snatches them off my face. “And what the hell is this?” I gesture to the television screen.

“A true crime documentary about a woman who killed four of her husbands.” Her eyes are glued to the TV while I look at her like she’s lost her mind.

“This is what you like to watch for fun?”

“Yeah. I’m taking notes,” she says, giving me the side-eye. “You better watch yourself. No one suspected a thing until she got rid of husband number four.”

I look away from her profile and watch the show, and each minute gets more disturbing than the last.

“So, she had her son help her dismember husband number three? And she got away with that? And she kept number four in a freezer in her cellar?” She shushes me without looking my way and when the show ends, I turn off the TV.

“There’s another episode,” she says, reaching for the remote, but I toss it clear across the room. I pull her on top of me and start to unbutton her shirt. When she starts to fight back, I put my hands on her ass and grind so she can feel how hard I am. “You got turned on by that?” she asks.

“No, I got turned on when I saw you wearing these ugly pajamas and those nerdy ass glasses. Then I just pictured you naked with nothing but the glasses on while I grab that fat ass booty.” I give up unbuttoning the shirt and just pull it over her head before I pull off her shorts. “No panties,” I say. “I like that.”

I expect her to put up a fake fight, but she doesn’t. She pulls off those glasses and crashes her lips on mine. I open my mouth to her and give her what she wants. I’m learning a lot about my wife, and one of those things is that she likes to kiss. The deeper and wetter the better. She also likes it when I get a little rough with her.

I grab and squeeze her ass so tight she moans into my mouth with pleasure.

“You animal,” she yells when I flip us over and end up on top. She returns to my mouth, and we lose ourselves to the kiss.

She grabs my dick and gives it a good squeeze.

“Who’s the animal now?” I growl against her mouth. Liking how she reacts when I’m rough with her, I flip us over again, putting her back on top. She leaves my mouth and starts to kiss down, but she comes back up and kisses me again. Deeper this time.

“I want to try something,” she says. She leaves my mouth again, throws the cover to the floor, which is no small feat because it’s a heavy down comforter, and slides all the way down.

I can feel beads of pre-cum on the tip of my dick. She grabs it and flicks her finger across the top.

“Aah,” I sigh. “Jesus, do you have to be so rough with it?” I moan. She grabs it again. When she licks the top, I almost fall off the bed. “Oh, so that’s what you’re after, huh? You walk around all prudish while fantasizing about putting this dick in your mouth. I bet your pussy’s been wet all day,” I taunt.

“Shut up,” is all she says before she takes me to the back of her throat.

“Oh, my fuck,” I mutter. “Yeah. Take it.” And she does. She sucks and jerks it simultaneously. She occasionally lets it pop out of her mouth so she can swirl her hot tongue around the tip. She does this over and over again, bringing me to the brink. Just as I’m about to explode down her throat, she stops and looks up at me. Her mouth is slick with saliva as she gives me a smug look. “Take it in your mouth. You know you want to, you dirty little thing.”

She doesn’t put it back in her mouth. Instead, she straddles me and puts both her hands on my chest. I grab her hips and squeeze them so tight, I know she’ll have bruises in themorning.

“I want to ride you,” she says as she looks down at me. The bravado from earlier is gone and replaced with some shyness. I’ve never had anyone ride me. I usually took them from behind, or I’d be on top. I’d ram into them as fast as possible, only concerned with my pleasure.

But that was a million lifetimes ago. I reposition myself on the bed, and I give her hips another squeeze, signaling for her to continue. She lifts herself, and I help position her on top of me. She’s wet and slick, but it still takes her a few tries to slide down my dick. I’m not only long, but I’m thick too, but she manages to take it all.

Once I’m fully in, I close my eyes and exhale a few times to get my body under control. I slap her ass hard, and she jolts, but she bites her bottom lip and throws her head back. I thrust up, and she lets out a carnal moan.

“You’re so greedy for this dick,” I taunt her.

“You’re the greedy one,” she says back. “Greedy for this pussy. I bet you’ve been thinking about it since you met me.”

I grin at that, loving this side of her. Loving that she’s not inhibited by this feeling.

“You wish,” I say. “I couldn’t stand you.”

“Liar,” she challenges. It’s like she’s trying to prove her point when she picks up the pace. I hold on to her hips and she grinds on top of me, each time she takes me deeper. Her pussy has a death grip on my dick as she drives me to waves of pleasure I didn’t know existed.

“You fuck like a slut,” I say. “A slut for me,” I add.

“Yeah? And I’m about to make you come like this is your first time.” She pushes down on my chest and throws her head back. If not for the nice view of her tits, I’d close my eyes and lose myself in the feel of her velvet pussy and the soft moans she makes each time I slide deep inside of her.

She goes faster. Her body is now covered with sweat. I’m on the cusp, but there’s no way I can come first. If I do, it’s over. I’m going to soften up and slide out of that pussy. It’s that good, but I have to make her scream first.

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