Page 26 of Punished By the Prison Warden
“I always want to be ready for you…sir.”
“And you know I always want you, my naughty little wife,” he replies, sliding into me. I feel it again, the stretch that’s always there when I experience his girth. He groans, spanks me hard, and grips my waist. “Whose pussy is that? Hmm? Who does that belong to?”
“You!” I cry out as the pleasure rolls through me. I buck back against him as he starts to thrust, taking what’s his like a man who knows what he owns. “It’s yours, sir. I’m yours. Take me!”
And he does. Lovingly, tenderly, roughly. In every way I need. And that’s how the rest of our lives will be. I know it.
The spring breeze blows through the door of our home as he takes me, our fierce love roaring within us.
And I smile, losing myself in the perfection of my forever.
THE END
