Suddenly, Rosemary let out a shriek and tumbled to the floor on her ass.
Ash dropped the manual and was cradling Rosemary in half a second. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
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Ash
He had wanted to impress his wife with an expensive, complex, over-the-top sex toy, and now she was on the floor crying. He had her in his arms and was looking her over for wounds or bruises. He didn’t see any, but she was shuddering.
And then he realized she was not crying at all. She was laughing. Laughing so hard she was crying and could barely breathe.
Her entire little body was convulsing with laughter.
Pretty soon, Ash was laughing, too.
They hugged and laughed for several minutes until they were finally able to speak.
“Baby,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes, “just bend me over the bed like in the old days and give it to me doggy-style.”
He grinned and smoothed her wild curls back from her face. “The prettiest words I’ve heard all day.”
Moments later, Ash was looking at his favorite view in the whole world: Rosemary’s sweet ass. With one hand, he gripped the curves that graced her backside and with the other hand, reached around and gripped her breasts, teasing her nipples, one and then the other, with the rhythm that matched his thrusting.
She wasn’t moaning yet, which piqued his curiosity. He knew she was enjoying it as her sex was around his manhood, coaxing him on.
“Talk to me.”
She turned her head and he saw her flushed face smirking back at him. So she was playing another game with him.
“Come on, woman.”
She turned her head away and gripped him so hard he sucked in his breath. “Oh fuck. You gotta tell me what’s going on in your head.”
He watched as his saucy female gave the slightest shake of her head.
“I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to get me to wolf out. You’re trying to get me mad so I wolf out and draw blood with my fangs. I told you I don’t want to do that.”
Rosemary turned her head, and for the briefest of seconds, he saw the panther in her eyes. They turned yellow, and the irises changed to that of a feline, and she let out an indescribable yowl of a cat in heat.
Ash, being Ash, lost it. Partially. He refused to fully wolf out, but the sight of those eyes and the sound of the panther sent him into orbit. His fangs came out, and he couldn’t help himself.
When his teeth nipped her skin, just enough to leave a mark, Rosemary pushed back so Ash’s shaft hit her G-spot and she screamed in ecstatic surrender.
Her grip on him electrified him into a simultaneous explosion.
“There’s no way you’re not getting pregnant tonight,” he whispered as he pulled her in close so her back warmed his chest. He breathed into her neck, his fingers blazing a trail across her glistening, damp skin.
She caught her breath when her most overwhelming waves of pleasure subsided. She purred as he adjusted them so they spooned together on the bed, both beasts sated for the moment.
She reached behind and surprised him by gently gripping him. “Listen,” she said. “I like the swing. We’ll try again later. But for now, all you need to do to get me where you want me is to let me see a little bit of the wolf now and then.”
He closed his eyes and buried his face in her wild hair. “Whatever you want, Rosemary.”
A smile crossed his face. She had him wrapped around her little finger. Always had, always would. And he never wanted it any other way.
The End
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Abby Knox lives a dual life. Fantasy Abby would love to live on a farm with goats, bees, chickens, donkeys and alpaca, making her own soap, yarn, honey and cheese. Reality Abby has no desire to do actual farm work. So, the ever-pragmatic Reality Abby keeps Fantasy Abby happy by putting her into adorable little works of romantic fiction with her pretend hobbies. Both Abbies hope you enjoy her sweet, sexy — sometimes a little over the top and weird — storytelling.
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Does this grocery store manager not understand that a broad-shouldered man advertising a corn maze and a pumpkin patch for kids is just about the sexiest thing that exists in four counties?
I turn to the manager. “This town is in desperate need of things to do with little kids. You should let him post this flier. “
I can’t imagine a dumber thing for a person to worry about than who is posting what on the bulletin board for his customers.
After the pinch-faced man in the headset stalks off, I turn to Henry. “What was that all about?” I ask.
Henry shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “Oh, didn’t you hear? People don’t like me.”
I laugh because that’s a ridiculous idea. “What terrible things have you done that Sarah and I should avoid your pumpkin patch?”
At hearing her name, my toddler squirms in my arms, making me regret following the rules that dictate shoppers should
