Page 113 of Axe-identally Married
“You need my cock, don’t you, wifey?”
She threw her head back, her chest heaving. “Yes. Yes. I need it.”
“So greedy.” I hissed. “We’ve come a long way from being scared it wouldn’t fit.”
She laughed, but the sound quickly turned to a moan. “What can I say? I’m a size queen now. I need my husband’s big, thick cock.”
She tightened around my fingers, sending a surge of pure heat through me. With one nipple between my teeth, I tugged. God, she had gone from timid to so deliciously dirty in a matter of weeks. “That’s my good girl. It does fit perfectly. This cock was made for you, wifey. Now come on my fingers so I can fuck you hard after.”
She nodded, picking up her pace. Within seconds, she was shaking. God damn. This was my favorite thing. Watching my wife come.
As I applied more pressure to her clit, her leg muscles tightened and her pussy spasmed. She was bouncing and yelling and—what was that?
I paused and held my breath. Had the car been moving?
Above her labored breathing, there was a strange huff.
Willa gripped my shoulders. “Why did you—Ahh,” she screamed.
Heart racing, I hugged her close to my chest. “What the fuck?”
On the passenger side of the car, a massive moose was leering, head bent so we could see one black eye and a big rack of antlers.
“Is that a fucking moose?”
She pulled back and studied the creature. “It’s licking the salt off the front of your car.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me. How do we get rid of it?”
It nudged the car, making the whole thing rock.
“Jesus.”
“Relax,” she said, giving my shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “It will walk away.”
“Have you seen my car? It’s covered in salt. We could be here all day.” I reached around her and leaned on the horn.
She jumped, but the moose was unbothered. Fucking beast.
“They need the nutrients in the winter,” Willa explained with a small smile. “That’s why they go for the salt.”
She climbed off me and leaned over to look out the back window, sending panic through me. I grasped her and pulled her back to me, squeezing my eyes shut.
“There’s a scar on his flank. Looks like Clive,” she said, as if that made this all better somehow.
Clutching her closer, I asked, “What if I start the car?”
“Don’t. If you spook him, then he could cause a lot of damage. Look at the antlers.”
I didn’t want to examine the damn moose or his antlers. I wanted him gone. Better yet, I wanted him dead.
“It is hunting season?” I asked. “I need to shoot that fucker.”
“Why?” She pulled back and slid over to the passenger seat.
“Because he saw your tits. The fucking moose got an eyeful of my wife.”
She chuckled. “Cole, he’s a moose. Chill.”
