EroticReverie

Kash

We take a quick shower, and I can't keep my fucking hands off her. Each day my obsession with Tatum was growing , and I felt like a fucking fiend. I couldn't get enough of her. Couldn't get enough of her pretty face, and cute laugh, her sassy little remarks and sarcastic wit. Couldnt get enough of how hot she was. Everything the girl did made my dick hard, and it was a god damn problem. 

I never liked relationships. I'm a selfish fuck that likes to do what I want, when I want. I was never husband material. I was never father material. Which I guess is why I started screwing around with my son's girl to begin with. But to be fair, my son was a little shit and he didn't deserve her. My slight guilt I'd felt about persuing her had fallen away when I'd learned hed been cheating on her. 

Who the fuck cheats on a girl that fucking hot? Who the fuck gets bored with a girl that fucking exciting? I can honestly say, for the first time ever, I don't care if I never touch another fucking female in my life, as long as I've got Tatum around.  The little bitch knew it too, knew what the hell she was doing to me, wrapping me around her little fucking finger. It drove me fucking nuts, because each day that passed I found myself wanting to force a ring on her finger, just so I could say she was legally mine. But I told myself I'd never get married again, even though someone like Tatum, makes a man think about changing his fucking mind when he was so sure he already had it made up. 

She's in a plain little night gown, white cotton, with tiny little blue flowers all over, it has thin flimsy little straps. It's not the sexiest thing I've ever seen, but fucking hell, it doesnt matter, cause on her, it's the same as if she was wearing one of her stripper get ups. She looks delicious in everything. And she looked cute as fuck with the nighty barely covering that little ass of hers as I watch her walk around our kitchen. 

Jesus, ours. I just called the kitchen ours. Not mine. Ours. I watch her as she pours a jar of sauce one of my chefs made into a bowl a pot of pasta she boiled. I didn't correct her when she snapped the spaghetti in half to fit in the pot. It was cute as fuck watching her demand to make us dinner. She was fucking proud, smiling to herself, and now she was stirring in the sauce, giving me a little smile over her shoulder as she stris the pasta and sauce together. 

"You're going to eat this, and you're going to tell me it's the best thing you've ever had. Even though I know it won't be. But you're going to tell me it's your new favorite meal, and that I'm a culinary goddess." she says. 

The corner of my mouth lifts as I cross my arms. 

"You're definitely a goddess. Not quite sure about the rest of that. " I say. 

She scrunches her nose and glares. 

"What if I let you eat it off my body?" she asks and I grin wider now. 

"I don't think thats very sanitary" I say and she rolls her eyes. 

"I'm trying to be sexy Kash." she says and huffs playfully and turns back to the pot and I push off the counter and walk over to her, standing behind her, placing my hands on the counter to box her in as I dip my head down and bring my mouth to her ear.

"You know damn well you don't have to TRY at being sexy." I tell her as I drop one hand and bring it to her hip.  "You just fucking are." 

"And i'll eat whatever the fuck you make for me, because it's for some reason , making my dick hard as hell watching you play house..being a little domestic house wife for me." I say and kiss her neck and she hums and my other hand drops from the counter to her other hip, and both hands slide down her little night gown and up under it, and my hands glide over her thighs and up to her hips. 

"Kash" she whispers with a little giggle as I keep kissing her neck. 

"did you just say you liked picturing me as your wife?" she asks and my hands pause slightly. 

"I like picturing you as lots of things." I tell her. 

"but....your wife?" she asks and I feel a little smirk on my lips. 

"not gonna let that comment slip by, are ya Tate?" I ask as I slide one hand further up her night gown and grab her breast, the other slipping between her legs and she leans her head back against me as I cup her pussy and just hold her, feeling her warm pussy on my hand, her firm breast in my other, I squeeze both and she moans softly. 

"Do you like it?" I ask kissing down her neck, biting it gently and licking the spot where I bit. 

"Do you like me picturing you as a sexy little stay at home house wife, that's at my beckon call, that serves me dinner, and sucks my cock whenever I tell her to,  that gets on her hands and knees and scrubs the fucking already clean floors , just to show me her hot little ass and tease me?" I ask. 

she moans as my hand between her legs moves, and my fingers parts her lips , letting my middle finger slide between her lips and I rub her clit. 

"Do you like me picturing you like that Tate?" I ask quietly, my voice a whisper on her hear and she shivers and nods. 

"yes" she answers and I slide my finger down her pussy and curl it up inside of her and she groans. 

"Do you like that I'm picturing that pretty little finger with a fat rock on it, while you stroke my even fatter cock Tate?" I ask and she moans. 

"Kash" she whimpers as I pump my finger in and out of her, pinching her nipple with my other fingers on the hand groping her breasts. 

"Do you Tate?" I ask. 

"yes" she hisses. 

"You want to be my little trophy wife Tate?" I ask her and she moans. 

"Does that get you hot?" I ask. 

"hmm baby?" I whisper and she moans. 

"Kash, god...fuck" she whines.  I grin to myself. 

"It get you hot, and get's this pussy wet thinking about being mine, doesnt it Tate?" I groan in her ear.

"I can feel just how fucking much you love it, because your little cunt is soaking my finger" I whisper. 

"You're so fucking cute baby" I kiss her cheek and slip my finger from her, listening to her surprised gasp as I pull away gently and she turns slightly, her brows drawing together as she gives me a little glare. 

"You stopped" she pouts slightly. 

"nothing gets by you, does it baby?" I grin and lift my wet finger and reach over, dipping it into the pot of spaghetti, stirring it with my finger and her jaw drops. 

"Now...it will be favorite meal." 

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