His Little Secret

As soon as they’re out the door, I’m standing with Ripley in my arms, positioning her face down over the seat of the bike and ripping down her thong. Ownership crackles in my blood and I growl, squeezing her taut flesh in my hands and delivering a rough smack. She pushes her hips back in response, circling her ass in my lap. “Now, now, now.”

My cock is out in seconds, pressing into her wet heat. I sink in slowly, drawing a moan out of her throat, my hands sliding up her ribcage to handle her tits. “You’ve given me heaven, Ripley.” I pinch her nipples lightly between my knuckles and start to pump, my big body forcing her much smaller one up onto its toes. “Now let me give it to you.”

“You do, husband,” she whispers, kissing me over her shoulder. “Every day.”

THE END