Curvy

I’d asked Ryan to come over and help me set up the bedroom to look like the Curved Intimates set the day I met my Flynn. I wanted to reenact the photoshoot, only this time he could do all those things he’d wanted to do to me that day. But first I thought it would be cute to do a few sexy pictures for my husband.

It’s hard to get a man who has everything a good ten-year anniversary gift, and I thought this would do the trick. I was wrong. It didn’t matter that Ryan is gay and happily married. Flynn was still pissed, having grabbed a laughing Ryan by his shirt collar and shoved him out the front door.

“You’ve done it now. You know how I am with you.” He buries his face in my neck as he continues to rut inside me.

If there’s one thing that hasn’t changed, it’s Flynn’s driving need to have me. That has never cooled. In fact, I sometimes think it has grown stronger.

“Say it,” he grunts with his next hard thrust, making the headboard hit the wall.

“I’m yours. I only belong to you. I’ll never leave you.”

His body jerks, and I feel him cum deep inside me. His cum coats the walls of my pussy.

He licks my throat, all the way up to my ear.

“You better hope the kids don’t call wanting to come home from camp because you’re staying tied to this bed where you’ll be screaming that over and over again all weekend.”

I have a feeling I’ll be screaming that for a lot longer than this weekend. More like forever.

The End