Good Boy... Bad Man: The All-American Boy

“Isn’t it?” she asks, popping her head up. Her grin makes her look like a naughty angel. I can’t help rolling back on top of her and sliding back into her. She wraps her legs around my waist. I see how much she loves and trusts me reflected in her eyes.

“I. Love. You. Baby,” I say, each word punctuated by a hard thrust of my cock.

“I love you too, baby,” she moans after I drop my head and wrap my lips around one of her nipples, sucking and biting it before moving to the other side and giving it the same treatment.

She’s my love.

My life.

My wife.

My muse.

My everything.

And like I said, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.