Hungry For More

“I can’t believe you mauled me like that,” she says, her voice still playful.

“Quit poking the bear,” I warn and kiss her softly, then pull my cock out.

“Never.” Her eyes are mischievous, and I have a feeling she’s going to be a handful tonight.

I put her panties back into place then buckle her up. When I walk around to the other side and get in, I lean over and kiss her again.

“I love you,” I say, because I never get tired of saying it.

“I love you too,” she replies, and I never get tired of hearing it either.

I never imagined that agreeing to go to Thanksgiving dinner would change my life forever. But the day I walked in and saw Sage in her underwear was something I’ll never forget. Mostly because I still get to see it every day, but because it’s burned into my brain. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on and I plan on taking advantage of her for the rest of our lives.

THE END!